"'Bout as good as you are at making fires to cook by, I guess," mumbled Chunky.
Tad laughed with them at his own expense.
The water was soon boiling, however, and with the canned stuff laid on the canvas which had been spread out close to the water, the jolly party shortly after that were able to sit down to breakfast.
"Two lumps of sugar I believe you take, Professor?" questioned Ned politely, poising a handful of lumps over the Professor's cup.
"Give me four," interjected Chunky.
"You take yours clear this morning," retorted Ned.
"I got the condensed milk, anyway," jeered Chunky. "No sugar for me, no condensed milk for you," and he planted the can firmly between his feet, which were curled up half under him.
"Oh, give him the sugar. I have to take my coffee half milk," begged
Walter.
"All right, hand over the condensed milk then. I'll give you two lumps," said Ned.
"Three," replied Chunky, firmly, making no move to hand over the milk.