[CHAPTER VIII]
ON TABLE ROCK
A howl of laughter arose from Rob and Evan and Malcolm. Jelly peered up at them disgustedly.
“I don’t see anything to laugh at!” he cried. “All I’ve got left is two eggs and three potatoes!”
“That’s enough for anybody,” answered Malcolm. Rob had seated himself on a tree-root and was laughing helplessly.
“I’m going back to look for them,” called Jelly. “You fellows wait. Don’t you run off and leave me, now!”
“We won’t,” gurgled Rob. “But—but get a move on!”
“Poor Jelly,” chuckled Evan. “He’s nearly dead already. If he can’t find his ‘pair of chops,’ Malcolm, have we got enough for him to eat?”
“Nobody ever had enough for Jelly to eat yet,” answered Rob, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“There’ll be enough at a pinch,” Malcolm replied. “Personally I’m not sorry to get a chance to sit down a moment. This is something of a climb, isn’t it?”
“You bet it is,” replied Evan, following the example of the others and seating himself with a sigh. “How much further is it?”