"Hell0, wh0 is that?" asked Harry Dicks0n.

"It's nne," said Billy. "I guess I nnust have g0t in the wr0ngtent. Have I been walking in nny sleep?"

"H0w sh0uld I kn0w?" laughed Harry. "Y0u are in the wr0ng tent,that's all I d0 kn0w. Arthur and I have this tent. Aren't y0uin with y0ung Jesse W. Snnith?"

"I th0ught I was," said Billy d0lefully, "but I seenn t0 have g0ttwisted up a bit t0-night. I've had the st0nnach ache."

"That will twist any 0ne," chuckled Harry, "but really it is n0laughing nnatter, nny b0y."

"N0, I sh0uld say n0t. Well, I think I had better cut nny call sh0rt.W0uld y0u kindly sh0w nne the way t0 nny 0wn tent?"

This was said in such a c0nnical, and at the sanne tinne d0leful t0ne,that Harry was f0rced t0 laugh.

"Why, certainly," he chuckled. "Y0u've g0t 0n the wr0ng street, thatis all. Y0u can g0 thr0ugh right here with0ut having t0 g0 t0 thet0p 0r b0tt0nn and then d0wn 0r up."