The Pony Rider Boys in Alaska Part 13

Reaching the spring they held him by the feet and soused him into the icy water head first, thrusting the fat boy in until his head struck the hard bottom. He was howling l.u.s.tily, howling and choking, when his head was out of water.

"You'll need your 'old ombrell' when we have done with you," cried Ned.

"You will wake us up at this hour with your unearthly screeching, will you?" demanded Tad.

"I reckon the Professor will give you a spanking for disturbing his morning slumbers," added Walter Perkins.

"That's enough, fellows. Remember the water is cold," warned Butler.

"Let him go."

They took Tad literally. They did let the fat boy go. He landed on his head on a hard rock when they let go of him, and Stacy rolled on his back yelling l.u.s.tily.

"Look out! There comes the Professor Stacy."

Walter shouted the warning just in time. Professor Zepplin, stern of face, gorgeous in a pair of new pajamas, a stick in one hand came stalking toward the group. Stacy saw him coming. The fat boy bounded to his feet in a hurry. He was especially interested in the cedar limb with its sharp broken points, grasped so firmly in the right hand of the Professor.

"I reckon I'll see you all later," muttered Chunky as he made a bolt for his tent. Either some one tripped him or he tripped himself. At least, he measured his length on the ground just as the stick came in contact with his body. It was not a hard blow, but merely a tap of reminder. The Professor was now smiling broadly.

Stacy leaped to his feet and ran, howling at the top of his voice, and threatening dire revenge on the Professor. Professor Zepplin was plainly undismayed, for he pursued with strides that made the merry onlookers think of the seven-league boots.

"Say, can't we arbitrate, without an appeal to force?" bellowed back Stacy as he reached the tent.

"We cannot," boomed the Professor's deep voice. "This is an instance in which the punitive expedition must go through."

_Whack! Whack!_ That stick played a tattoo that made Stacy sore in more senses than one. Instead of burrowing deeper into the cedar boughs, he got up hastily. In his desperation he seized the Professor's feet, giving a mighty tug at them.

"Here, stop that!" protested Professor Zepplin, laughing.

He reached for the fat boy, but Chunky, with a new exertion of his strength, brought the tutor down to a sitting position.

"Retreat in good order, while you have a chance!" called Walter Perkins.

Three grinning faces met the fugitive at the tent. But Stacy bowled Walter over, leaped the foot that Rector extended to trip him, and then dashed for the shelter of the tall cedars, where he hid.

There he s.h.i.+vered in his wet pajamas. It was three o'clock in the morning, but young Brown cared not for time. His stomach told him only that it was high breakfast time. The gnawing under his belt-line continued.

"I wish I hadn't been quite so fres.h.!.+" thought the boy, dismally. "It's all right to have fun, but there are times when a square meal is worth more."

However, the Professor, though he was really enjoying the situation, looked anything but amiable.

"I'll try the crowd, anyway," thought Stacy, ruefully. "I've got to get near the kitchen kit soon. h.e.l.lo, the camp!"

There was no response. Stacy emerged from his hiding place and began to sing the song he had learned from Rastus Rastus in Kentucky.

One end of the tent was suddenly raised.

"Do you want another ducking?" demanded the angry voice of Ned Rector.

"If you're man enough to give it to me," returned the fat boy.

Ned came tumbling out, but by the time he had straightened up, Stacy was nowhere in sight. The fat boy had stolen in among the trees whence he watched the progress of events. Ned returned to his tent in disgust. No further objection was heard from the Professor as to Chunky's vocal exercises.

"There's no use trying to sleep with that boy bawling away out there.

What does he think he is, a bird?" demanded Tad.

"Sounds more like a hoot owl, the bird he was telling us about," averred Ned.

"I guess I'll get up. So long as he is abroad there will be no more rest in this camp for the rest of the night."

"Won't he catch cold? He must be all wet," said Walter solicitously.

"I hope to goodness he does," retorted Rector. "I hope he gets such a cold that he can't speak for a week. Then we'll have some peace."

"Oh, I wouldn't put it quite so strongly as that," laughed Tad.

"However, I guess he will get the cold all right."

Tad dressed himself. After finis.h.i.+ng, he thought to look at his watch and was disgusted to find it was only a few minutes after three o'clock.

Ned declared that he was going to sleep again if Tad would keep the fat boy quiet. Butler promised to do his best and went out. He looked about for Stacy but failed to see him, so the freckle-faced boy sat down on the rock where Chunky had sat singing.

"h.e.l.lo, Tad," piped a voice behind him, causing Butler to jump a little.

Stacy had been hiding behind the rock, to which place he had crept from the cedar forest.

"Oh, it's you, is it?"

"I guess so. I'm cold and--and hungry."

"Go back to the tent. You should put on some dry clothes."

"You don't care whether I freeze or not. Go get them for me, please."

"I will not. You got yourself into this difficulty, now get out of it as best you may," answered Butler. "There won't be any breakfast for three hours yet. Tighten your belt."

"I--I haven't any belt. I haven't my clothes on."

"That's too bad," retorted Tad unfeelingly.

"What'd you soak me for?"

"A cold bath in the morning is an excellent tonic. Hadn't you ever heard that?"

"If I had I'd know now that it isn't true. I didn't think you could be as mean as that, Tad."

"I didn't think you could be so mean as to wake us up at three o'clock in the morning with your screeching. Why did you do it?"

"I--I was exercising my voice."

"I should say so. But take my advice. Don't use it that way again, especially so early in the morning. You'll ruin it and then you won't be able to sing at all."

"That would be a catastrophe," mumbled Chunky.