“She said that before,” whispered Jack, but his sister took no notice, going on with:
“We must see about something to eat. We have enough for supper, but breakfast will be another matter. I’d like to get some bacon and eggs. That, with coffee, will make a good morning meal.”
“And what, if I may be so bold as to ask,” came from Bess, “is to be the menu for this evening.”
“We’ll have a look,” suggested Cora. Attached to the small galley, in which was a gasoline stove, was a sort of cupboard. An inspection of this did not reveal as much as Cora had hoped for.
“There isn’t a great deal left; is there?” she said.
“I should say not!” cried Jack, peering over his sister’s shoulder. “Fellows, we’ve got to rustle for the grub! Don’t all speak at once. Listen to that!” and he signaled for silence, which, when it came, enabled them all to hear the swish and patter of the raindrops on the roof.
“I’ll go,” offered Walter. “I’m hungrier than any of you, I guess, and I have a pair of rubbers in my valise.”
“Regular fireman you are,” commented Jack. “Why didn’t you bring rubber boots?”
“And I see Cora has an umbrella,” Walter went on, ignoring Jack’s sarcasm. “I’ll go out in the rain, and——”
“Give a correct imitation of a duck doing its Christmas shopping!” gibed Jack. “Wally, you’re all right!”