"To cook bacon with, my friend."
"They will see the blaze of our fire from below."
"How can they see when the mist is so thick there?"
He admitted that I was right, and allowed me to ignite my heap, which immediately began to crackle merrily.
Meanwhile, friend Valentine went and stood on the edge of the Precipice Stone to watch the mist, and from time to time informed me of the changes of scene that were going on: now the mists were beginning to break, now they were rising, the houses would be visible almost immediately.
And all the time I was toasting slices of bread by the fire, and after that slices of bacon, allowing the bacon fat to drip gradually down and soak through the toast with a deftness that would have done honour to a professional cook.
Bessy took it into her head to follow my example.
"Give me the bread and bacon out of the knapsack," said she to Valentine.
"But what necessity for it is there now?"
"I must have it at once."