CHAPTER XXVI
CHUB'S ADVENTURE
IT was after eight o’clock, and they were back at camp, eating a much-delayed supper and listening to the story of Chub’s adventures.
“I just had time to get behind that bale of hay with the horse-blanket over it when they came into the tent. I thought sure they’d seen me! I made myself as small as possible and felt around for the bottom of the canvas, thinking every minute they’d reach down and pull me out.”
“Oh, but you were scared!” laughed Roy.
“I was,” acknowledged Chub. “You’d have been scared, too.”
“Then what happened?” asked Harry, eagerly.
“Now, if Dickums will cut a few more slices of bread I’ll proceed with the narrative. I’m as hungry as a bear!”
“Well,” Chub proceeded, as he buttered another slice of bread and helped himself to the
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