ed him on
pancakes, and he ate so many that if Jack had not fried some more
we'd have certainly gone hungry.

"I told you he was a true tramp," said Jack. "Just see his
appetite!"

After we had finished, and the horses had grazed about on the
dry grass some time, we started on. We hoped to reach a little
lake which we saw marked on the map, called Lake Lookout, for the
night camp; so we hurried along, it being a good distance ahead.
All the afternoon we were passing 'between either great fields
where the wheat had been cut, leaving the stubble, or beside long
stretches of prairie. There were a few houses, many of them built
of sod. Not much happened during the afternoon. Ollie followed
the example of Snoozer, and curled up on the bed and had a long
nap. We saw a few prairie-chickens, but did not try to shoot any
of them. The pony trotted contentedly behind. Just before night I
rode her ahead, looking for the lake. I found it to be a small
one, perhaps a half-mile wide, scarcely below the level of the
prairie, and generally with marshy shores, though on one side the
beach was sandy and stony, with a few stunted cottonwood-trees,
and here I decided we would camp. I went back and guided the
Rattletrap to the spot. Soon Jack had a roaring fire going from
the dry wood which Ollie had collected. I fed the horses and
turned them loose, and they began eagerly on the green grass
which grew on the damp soil near the lake. The pony I picketed
with a long rope and a strap around one of her forward ankles,
between her hoof and fetlock, as we scarcely felt like trusting
her all night. Snoozer got up for his supper, and after that
stretched himself by the fire and blinked at it sleepily. The
rest of us did much the same. After a while Ollie said.

"I think that bed in the wagon looks pretty narrow for two.
How are three going to sleep in it?"

"I don't think three are going to sleep in it," said Jack.

"Where are you going to sleep, then, Uncle Jack?"

Jack laughed. "I think," he said, "that the rancher and the
cook will sleep in the wagon, and let you sleep under the wagon.
Nothing makes a boy grow like sleeping rolled up in a blanket
under a wagon. You'll be six inches taller if you do it every
night till we get back."

"Well, I don't think so," said Ollie, just a little alarmed
at the prospect. "I'd prefer to sleep in the wagon. Maybe what
Grandpa Oldberry said about wild animals is so. You say you l