"What have we forgotten?"
"To eat."
"Oh, pooh! We can wait until we get to camp."
"We can do nothing of the sort! I can't wait another minute. I'm so hungry that my works are rattling around inside of me like the dishes in a pantry when a mad cat is let loose among them."
"You have food in your saddle bags," reminded Tad.
"But I want something warm."
"You may get it if you stop," warned Butler suggestively. "Take a nibble and let it go at that. When we get home we shall have some venison steak. How would that strike you?"
"Don't aggravate me," groaned the fat boy, rolling his eyes.
"Anyone would think you were going to throw a fit the way you roll your eyes and show the whites," laughed Tad.
"I shall throw one if you say any more about venison steak."