“Well, I didn’t want to bother with a very large one. This will do all right. We can cook one slice at a time. Where’s the coffee-pot? Throw it over, will you? I’ll start the coffee first, I guess. I’ll—”
Malcolm stopped suddenly while an expression of utter dismay came into his face.
“What’s the trouble?” asked Evan. Malcolm settled back on the ground and stared blankly at the coffee-pot.
“I—we—”
“Out with it. What did we forget to bring along?”
“We forgot to bring any water,” murmured Malcolm.
“By Jove!” said Evan.
“What do you think of that?” muttered Rob disgustedly. The three looked at each other blankly. Finally,
“How far is it to the spring?” asked Evan.