"I think I will," agreed Noll, turning.
"Take a lot of it," urged Slosson. "Water, when you get enough of it, is mighty filling."
"I'll brain you, if you go on making fun of a hungry man," warned Sergeant Noll Terry, as he reached for the dipper hanging on a nail driven into a tree trunk.
"That would look like losing your temper," retorted Kelly. "Now, what are you mad with us for, Sarge? Haven't we been in camp all day, working like Chinamen just so you fellows can have something to eat when you get back from the day's stroll?"
"Well, I'm back," argued Noll.
"And you'll eat, Sarge, when the rest eat."
"What's in that oven?" queried Noll, pausing before an Army cookstove.
"Mince pie," remarked Kelly quietly.
"Oh, you fiend!" growled Sergeant Noll. "To torment a hungry man with lies like that!"
"Lies, eh?" roared the soldier. "A Kelly to stand by and have a sergeant boy tell him his mother raised a family of liars. Ye sassenach, take one peep—and then may yer stomach cave in before the meal's laid!"