“It is like going to church,” said Grady.
“Yes,” replied Kavanagh; “that makes one feel God great and man little, doesn’t it?”
“Aye!”
They were barely a quarter of an hour from camp, and the fires guided them; for hot as it was in the daytime the nights were chilly, and a bonfire in the open acceptable. They found their mates gathered round the largest in great excitement.
“Here, you chaps,” was the cry which assailed them when they made their appearance, “can either of you make a plum-pudding?”
“Of course,” replied Kavanagh. “There’s nothing easier if you only have the materials.”
“Well, the materials have just come; how do you work them up?”
“Why, make them into a pudding and boil it, of course.”
“Any idiot knows that; but how do you make them into a pudding? If we spoil one, you know, we shan’t have any opportunity of trying a second time, so none of your experiments.”
“That’s serious!”