“I’ll try for a rabbit if you say, Kid, but I’d rather not. If you’re weak, just say so, and I’ll find you something hearty.”
“Bacon and cereal will do for me, Harry.”
“All right, then. Sit where you are—I’m going to learn that trick of yours, making a fire. Here, get under the shelter and stuff these cushions back of you. You’re all in, old man; take it easy now.”
“Harry, this may be the last supper you and I’ll have together.”
“Like enough, if we’re lucky.”
“To-morrow’s the Fourth of July.”
“So it is!”
“I kind of wish we’d have a few days more of it, Harry.”
“Why? Suppose you open up that egg powder—sit still now.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Gordon; “I—I—kind of like being alone with you, Harry.”