"Fish," answered Sybil.
"And what would you use for fuel?"
"Fuel?"
"Yes; what is there to make a fire with?"
"Never mind that. Just see about the matches."
Orissa opened the soldering case and found an alcohol torch, a flask of alcohol, solder, acid and a box of matches.
"Good!" cried Sybil, joyfully. "Don't you dare do any wasteful soldering, Orissa Kane. Save every drop of that alcohol to cook with."
Orissa laughed.
"I have nothing to solder, just yet," said she. "And you've nothing to fry."