"Who wouldn't!" His bearing challenged the world.
"Several people. My family, for instance; most of the officials back there at the refuge. But never mind that."
"No," agreed her new champion. "Never mind that. Let's face the future, the practicalities."
Jean complied with despatch.
"Your bacon is burning," she announced.
He led the way to his camp, and together they surveyed the charred ruin in the spider. Jean could have devoured it as it lay.
"And it's my first warm meal," lamented the camper tragically—"my first warm meal after five days of canned stuff! The other fellow was to be cook as well as fisherman."
Jean promptly mastered the situation.
"Clean that spider while I slice more bacon," she directed, rolling up her sleeves. "If you have potatoes, wash about a dozen."
The victim of a canned diet flung himself blithely into the work, but halted suddenly, halfway to the water, and brandished the spider in air.