Smith?"
"I thought I was," said Billy dolefully, "but I seem to have got
twisted up a bit to-night. I've had the stomach ache."
"That will twist any one," chuckled Harry, "but really it is no
laughing matter, my boy."
"No, I should say not. Well, I think I had better cut my call short.
Would you kindly show me the way to my own tent?"
This was said in such a comical, and at the same time doleful tone,
that Harry was forced to laugh.
"Why, certainly," he chuckled. "You've got on the wrong street, that
is all. You can go through right here without having to go to the
top or bottom and then down or up."
"Who is on the other side of the street?" asked Billy.
"Jones and Robinson."
"H'm! and they are right back of us. All right. I guess I can find
the way now all right."
Then Billy started to go between two tents so as to reach his own on
the next camp street.
"Look out for---"
"Ouch! what's that?"
Harry was about to warn him to look out for the tent ropes, but Billy
tumbled over them before he could be warned.
"I am having all sorts of fun to-night!" he said in a tone of disgust,
as he picked himself up and made his way through to the other street.
Then he found his own tent and went in, but to make sure, even after
he had found his bed unoccupied, got out his pocket light and turned
it on.
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