It was the first time she had ever displayed any real depth of feeling, and it was like balm to him. But his obstinacy prevailed, for in the dish was a normal day’s ration for the two of them.
“Maybe you think we’ll drop across food on trail, but we won’t. There’s nothin’ to be got 266 until the first freighter comes up the river. Better put it back.”
She took her arm away and went to the dish.
“If you won’t eat, I’ll throw it away—I swear I will!”
“Angela!”
“It’s your own maxim, your own teaching—share and share alike. I won’t recognize any other doctrine. It shall go to the birds unless....”
She meant what she said, and he knew it.
“All right—I’ll eat,” he mumbled.
Half an hour later, feeling a hundred per cent. better, he rose to his feet and entered the tent, where Angela was busily engaged putting down the blankets on improvised mattresses of gathered moss and young bracken.
“See,” she said, “I’ve split up the food again. How long will it last if eked out?”