"You did? Well, why in the name of common sense, didn't you stop him or do something?" Jack demanded.
"Well, you see, I didn't get awake enough to really know that I had heard anything. I remember wondering if I had really heard it or had just dreamed it. It's too bad, of course, but there's no use crying over spilled milk."
"Don't think I was blaming you, old man," Jack hastened to assure him. "It wasn't your fault. But I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat if he's left us anything at all."
"Righto. You build up the fire and I'll see what I can find."
Jack had the fire going in good shape by the time Bob was back with a can of condensed milk and a small package.
"We'll have to make out with flapjacks," he announced.
"Is that all you could find?" Jack asked disappointedly.
"This is all he left us in the eating line. I don't know how he came to overlook these."
"He took all the coffee?"
"Every bit of it."