"Because you've had three, and that's mine—or Dick's, if he wants it."
"No, I don't want it," said the latter. "But it isn't worth quarreling over. We can fry some more."
"I guess we'll have to if Paul is going to develop that kind of an appetite," remarked Innis. "Three eggs, twice on the steak, and no end of bacon——"
"I did not!" snapped Paul.
"Did not what?" asked Innis, with a smile.
"Did not have three eggs. It was only two, and——"
"Well, this'll be three," retorted Innis.
"Oh, well, then I'll split it with you," and Paul cut the egg in half, thus settling the dispute.
"Well, there's one consolation in eating this way," remarked Dick, as the auto-meal came to an end. "We don't have many dishes to wash," and he tossed from the window of the car the wooden plates from which they had dined.