“Got avay, mosquito.”
The laughter that followed caused Carl to pry his eyes open with considerable effort, following which he surveyed the laughing lads with a dumb, comical expression of perplexity.
“Vot it vas?” he yawned. “Vhere iss it I am yet?”
“Why don’t you do yeour sleepin’ nights?” snapped Crane disgustedly.
“Some of my sleeping does do me nights,” returned the fat boy; “but enough of it couldt not get me. Goot morning. Your canoes I haf brought—undt der milks undt der eggs undt der putter.”
“You certain took your time about it,” said Grant. “You agreed to bring the milk and eggs and butter early, and pack the canoe in to us later on.”
“Yah,” acknowledged Carl complacently; “but I out figured it dot I couldt vurk save by doing him all at vunce. It iss now did; I haf with me brought eferything, undt I vill not haf to dood him twice.”
“Carl,” said Stone, “you’ve got a long head.”
“Yah,” returned the boy, with a touch of pride, “I peliefe a long head hass got me.”
“But if we hadn’t cuc-caught plenty of fish,” said Springer, “we might have starved for all of you.”