"Not yet."
"Oh, well, he's likely to come any minute now," he said trying to speak cheerfully. "How's the foot?"
"The patient is doing as well as could be expected."
"Hurt much?"
"Not much. But you must be about played out."
"Not so you'd notice it. Think you can masticate a good juicy steak?"
"Lead me to it, or rather lead it to me."
There was still a good bed of coals and in a very few minutes Bob had a huge steak sizzling in the frying pan.
"Thank goodness he didn't take both bags of salt," he said to himself as he found a small sack of the precious material which the thief had overlooked. "Now, if he'd only left us a few spuds it wouldn't be so bad, but perhaps Lucky'll be back with them by the time the steak's ready."
But he was not and they had to eat it straight, as Jack put it. However hunger is an excellent sauce and the thick juicy steak, cooked to a turn, went down with no urging.