Jack smiled. “Nothing,” he answered, applying a match to the little heap of twigs in the fire-place. “Somebody might find a skillet and a sauce-pan. A kettle, too, for the tea. Got one, Bee?”
“Surest thing you know.”
“Fine! Just fill it half-full of water for me, will you?”
“Water?” Bee, the tea-kettle in hand, gazed blankly at Jack.
“Of course! We can’t have tea without water, can we?”
Hal, solving the situation, let out a whoop of delight. At last Bee had been caught napping! Bee grinned in a rather sickly fashion.
“Is—is there a spring here, Jack?” he inquired.
“Not that I know of. Why? You brought water along, didn’t you?”
Bee shook his head. “I—I never thought of it.”