“What was Jerry doing?” asked Bob. “Feeding the elephant peanuts or riding the camel?”
“He was setting the table,” replied Nelson gravely.
“Say, you must have had a corking nightmare!” exclaimed Tom. “I did a little dreaming myself; dreamed I was freezing to death, for one thing; but I didn’t see any menageries.”
“Well, come on, fellows,” said Bob. “Pack up and let’s get a move on. We’ll get them to loan us some water over at the house and then mosey toward town. Gee, I’m beastly hungry! Feel as though I hadn’t had a thing to eat for six weeks.”
“I had a cup of coffee about an hour ago,” said Nelson musingly.
“Say, chuck it, will you?” begged Dan earnestly. “You make me feel creepy, Nel.”
“Was it hot?” asked Tom in far-away tones as he tied up his pack.
“Boiling,” answered Nelson. “It was great. I wished you fellows had been there.”
“Thanks. Where was it?” asked Bob. “In the Sahara desert?”
“No; down at the mess tent.”