“Don’t talk about porterhouse steak!” pleaded Jimmie.
“Hungry, little man?” asked Pat.
“Hungry! I’m like one of the men Frank has been telling about. I never get rested, never have enough to eat.”
The boys fell upon Jimmie and rolled him out of the tent.
“You get busy with fuel,” Pat said, after they had given him plenty of “movements,” “and I’ll cook a steak à la brigand.”
“We ain’t got no steak,” complained Jimmie.
“We’ve got potatoes, and bacon, and onions,” Pat said, “and canned beefsteak. You just watch me. I used to cook steak à la brigand in the Philippines.”
“Get busy, then,” Jimmie said, “and Jack will help get the green wood.”
“If you bring green wood here for me to cook with, I’ll roast you over it,” Pat said. “You get a lot of good dry wood that will make coals, and I’ll show you how to broil a steak à la brigand.”
“Why do you call it a brigand steak?” asked Jimmie.