“What’s that for?” asked Evan.
“To turn the meat with,” was the reply. “Think I want to singe my hair off?”
“Isn’t he the haughty chef?” murmured Rob. “Seems to me it’s about time Jelly was getting back.”
Evan arose and walked to the edge of the rock.
“See him?” asked Malcolm.
“N—no, but it’s so foggy that I can’t even see the trees,” Evan replied. “Yes, I do, though. Here he comes. Hello, Jelly!”
“Hello!”
“Did you get it?”
“Yep. Would you mind coming down and getting it, please? I don’t believe I’ll ever climb up the rock without spilling it.”
“All right.” Evan scrambled down and met Jelly at the foot of the ledge and relieved him of his burden.