“I could only get a quart,” panted Morris as he came up. “The chap in the lunch wagon was afraid he’d run short if he gave me any more. Here are some paper cups; got those at the drug store. And here’s your grub; eight ham and three hot-dog sandwiches.”
“Three?” ejaculated Gordon.
“Yes, I ate one on the way. Stop your old pushcart till we feed.”
“Better keep her going,” said Lanny. “We can eat en voyage.”
“Didn’t get any of that,” replied Morris flippantly. “They were all out of it. Hold your cup, Way. Is it hot? I came back as fast as I could, but——”
“Don’t you worry,” sputtered Way. “It’s hot enough to scald you. Good, too! M-mm!”
For several minutes conversation ceased and only the rumble and clank of the roller broke the silence. Then, when the last crumb was gone and the paper cups had been added to the flames, there were four contented grunts. “That’s better,” said Lanny. “I’m good for all night now. Let me have her, Gordon.”
“Wait a bit. I’m having too good a time. What time is it?”
“About quarter to one,” answered Way, studying the face of his watch in the moonlight.
“That’s not so bad. How much more have we got, Lanny?”