“Five dollah a week.”
“What do you say, good people?” asked Grace.
“I don’t care what you do,” exclaimed Hippy. “I want food and I want someone who knows how to cook it fit for human consumption, that’s all.”
“I second the motion,” agreed Stacy. “We can’t all live on soul-transmigration stuff. I’d get mental indigestion on that food in thirty seconds by the watch.”
“We had a Chinaman on our journey across the Great American Desert, and he was an excellent man,” declared Elfreda Briggs. “I move that we take this one.”
The others agreed with her, and Grace, turning to Woo, told him that he was engaged.
“What has been done about the general equipment?” asked Tom.
Grace said that experienced men had advised against the Overlanders burdening themselves with tents or any heavy equipment.
“We have slept in the open many times before, so I think we shall be able to get along very nicely,” she added.
Stacy Brown protested vigorously. He declared that he would not sleep out of doors where bugs and other undesirable things could get at him, but, after discussing the matter further, every one agreed that the tents would prove an unnecessary encumbrance. They went over their list critically, eliminating several articles that they thought they could do without.