“I hope we’ll meet some of those boys to-day,” said Bob, referring to the rangers.
“We’re sure to, if we go up to the station,” returned Joe, as he sat down at the table, preparatory to eating the bacon and eggs of his own preparing. “Probably Mr. Bentley will show us the works and introduce the boys as we go along.”
“Say, give me some more of everything, will you?” asked Jimmy hungrily. For that moment Jimmy’s mind was on one thing only—and that thing, food. “I never tasted anything half so good as that bacon.”
Flattered, Joe helped him to a double portion.
“You never knew what a fine cook I was before, did you, Doughnuts?” he asked complacently. Jimmy grinned wickedly at him.
“Huh,” he said. “It isn’t the cooking—it’s my appetite!”
“Say, you crook,” cried Joe, making a dive for Jimmy’s plate, “come back with that grub!”
But it was too late. The food had already disappeared.
They had finished breakfast, had scraped up the pots and pans and were preparing to leave the cabin before they remembered that this was the day Dr. Dale had promised to “drop in on them” to see if everything was all right.
“Oh, well, he won’t be here before noon, anyway,” reasoned Bob. “And we’ll have time to say howdy to Mr. Bentley and get back before then.”