"Leave that to me. You will have plenty of opportunity to work after we get settled to our trails. You will break your neck if you go to floundering about over the cypress knees."

The boys did not know what was meant by "cypress knees," and at that moment there were other matters to occupy their minds, so they did not ask. The boys began working away at their packs, loosening the cinches, piling the packs on the ground in an orderly manner born of long experience in the woods. They did not need a light to do this work. In fact, they could just as easily have pitched camp in the darkness as in the light. In this instance they did not do so, knowing that Lilly had definite plans as to where and how the camp should be made.

They soon heard the sound of the guide's axe. Ichabod was humming to himself, the dogs were barking and the horses neighing, while the Pony Rider Boys were shouting jokes at one another.

"Where is that fat boy?" called Rector, not having heard Chunky's voice during the last few minutes.

"I don't know. Stacy!" called the Professor.

Tad struck a match and holding it above his head glanced keenly about him. The light revealed Chunky sitting with his back against a tree, his head tilted back, mouth wide open, sound asleep. Tad had the fat boy by the collar instantly.

"Here, here! Whatcher want?" demanded Stacy rebelliously as he was roughly jerked to his feet.

"Don't you know better than to lie down in a place like this?" demanded Tad.

"Why not?"

"You don't know what there may be about here. Didn't you hear the guide say there were reptiles here?"

"Re—reptiles?"

"Yes."

"Oh-h-h, wow!"

"If you must sleep, try it standing up. Get on your horse and take a nap. That will be safer," advised Butler.

"IR