The camp awakened before Mary did, and again the enquiry went as to the whereabouts of her father:
"He will be here shortly," said Mary. "He must have gone along the road to see if there was anything he could find for us to eat," and she delayed the preparation of their breakfast to the last possible moment. She spilled a pot of boiling water to that end, and she overturned the brazier when the water boiled again.
They were about sitting to their food when Mac Cann came in sight, and she held the meal until his arrival with his hat far to the back of his head, the happiest of smiles on his face, and a newspaper bundle in his hand.
Mary gave him a look of quick meaning:
"Were you able to find anything for the breakfast?" said she, and then she was astonished.
"I was indeed," he replied, and he handed her the bulky newspaper package.
She used that occasion to whisper to him:
"Well?"
"That's all right," said he, nodding at the bundle, but really in answer to her query.