"Come now, young gentlemen, down with this coffee and into the
blankets."

Professor Zepplin had prepared the coffee, with which to warm the
lads up, and had heated in the camp-fire some good sized boulders,
which he wrapped in blankets and tucked in their beds. Chunky was
the only one of the boys who did not protest. Ned and Tad objected
to being "babied" as they called it, and when the Professor was not
looking, they quickly rolled the feet warmers out at the foot of
their beds.

Early next morning they were aroused by the cook's welcome call to
breakfast. None of the lads seemed to be any the worse for his
exciting experiences in the creek, much to the relief of Professor
Zepplin, who feared the icy bath might at least bring on heavy
colds.

Tumbling from their cots, they quickly washed; and then sprinting
back and forth a few times, stirred up their circulation, after
which the boys sat down to the morning meal with keen appetites.

Ned had cooked a liberal supply of bacon and potatoes and boiled a
large pot of coffee.

Stacy opened his mouth as if he were about to yawn.

"Don't you dare to do that," warned Ned, waving the coffee pot
threateningly. "The first boy who yawns to-day gets into
trouble. And Stacy Brown, if you fall in the river again you'll get
out the best way you can alone. We won't help you, remember that."