Stacy stepped over to a rock, made a motion as if ringing a telephone
bell, then listened.

"Hello! hello! Is that the hotel, El Tovar Hotel? Very well; this
is Brown. Brown! Yes. Well, we want you to send out dinner for six.
Six! Can't you understand plain English? Yes, six. Oh, well, I
think we'll have some porter house steak smothered in onions. Smothered!
We'll have some corn cakes and honey, some--some---um---some baked
potatoes, about four quarts of strawberries. And by the way, got any
apple pie? Yes? Well, you might send down a half dozen pies and-----"

Chunky got no further. With a howl, Ned Rector, Tad Butler and Walter
Perkins made a concerted rush for him.

Ned fell upon the unfortunate fat boy first. Stacy went down in a heap
with Ned jamming his head into the dirt that had been washed up by the
river at flood time. A moment more and Ned was at the bottom of the
heap with Stacy, the other two boys having piled on top.

"Here, here!" shouted the Professor.

"Let 'em scrap," grinned Dad. "They'll forget they're hungry."

They did. After the heap had been unpiled, the boys got up, their
clothes considerably the worse for the conflict, their faces red, but
smiling and their spirits considerably higher.

"You'll get worse than that if you tantalize us in that way again,"
warned Tad. "We can stand for your harmless jokes, but this is