“I guess this bear steak will be all right for me,” Jack replied. “I always did like bear steak and coffee.”
“I’m not going to make any biscuit, or cook any corn pones!” Frank exclaimed. “Let the kids that robbed the refrigerator do the cooking!”
“Ned or Harry got busy in the night all right enough!” Jack insisted.
At that moment Ned Nestor and Harry Stevens, the other members of the party, entered the cavern, dressed in neat khaki uniform, as were, in fact, all the boys, and approached the table where the bear steaks lay exposed. Harry seized a knife and fork and laughingly prepared to attack Jack’s breakfast. Jack seized the meat and darted out into the sunlight.
“That’s a nice way to serve a guest you’ve invited to breakfast!” Harry exclaimed. “Where do I get my eatings this morning?”
“You and Ned got yours last night!” Jimmie grinned.
“Oh, we did?” queried Harry. “Perhaps Ned got his last night, but if I got mine I don’t know it. What are you talking about?”
“Go and look in the refrigerator,” suggested Jimmie.
Both Ned and Harry walked to the corner and drew aside the curtain. They stood in front of the empty shelves for a moment, and then walked back to the table, their faces showing only amusement.
“What did you do with it?” asked Ned, presently, as Jimmie and Frank attacked their fast-cooling steaks vigorously.