“Makes a fellow feel like home—a smell like that,” was Fred’s comment. He was slicing some bread which had been brought from Rocky Run on the last visit to the store.
It was a comical sight to see the boys try to eat their supper without any of the tableware. One used a pie plate, another a saucepan and still another an old frying pan. Andy used an overturned teakettle cover and his twin had to get along with the glazed bottom of a jardiniere which someone had once left at the bungalow. All used their pocketknives but Gif and Spouter, who managed to get possession of the bread knife and the smaller article used for peeling potatoes.
“This must be like life in the trenches,” remarked Randy, while they were eating.
“I guess we’re better off than that,” responded Jack quickly. “Lots of times those poor fellows had to eat out of their bare hands.”
In spite of the trick that had been played upon them all of the boys slept soundly that night. They felt that they would be perfectly safe in retiring without leaving a guard.
“Those fellows won’t dare show themselves around here for a while,” remarked Gif. “They’d be too afraid we’d pitch into ’em.”
“They wouldn’t hang around very long, anyway, if they saw us with our guns,” added Fred.
“We’ll have to pay ’em back for this little joke, Fred,” said Andy.
“Of course. Just give me the chance and I’ll show ’em what we’ll do!”