“We’ll get a fire started and have a feed.”
“Feed!” declared Chet. “We’ll have a banquet. I’m as hungry as a bear. I could eat my own boots, without salt and pepper.”
“You won’t have to. There’s plenty of grub.”
Frank began making up the fire. Chet went out into the kitchen to look over the food supplies with a hungry eye.
A moment later he emerged, his eyes almost popping out of his head.
“It’s gone!” he gasped.
“What’s gone?” demanded Joe.
“The grub!”
“What?”
“Every speck!” Chet was almost tearful. “There isn’t a bit of food in the kitchen.”