"Pretty well," replied the colonel; "I got a saddle of venison and a couple of prairie chickens."
"Really?" asked Pepper, his eyes snapping.
"Well, we'll call them that," replied the colonel.
Under the colonel's direction the chickens and the saddle of mutton were suspended over the fire and kept slowly turning until they were thoroughly roasted.
"Done to a turn," as Gerald expressed it.
"Better put out a sentinel, hadn't you?" suggested the colonel when they had all gathered about the fire to watch the cooking of the dinner.
"A sentinel!" exclaimed Rand. "What for?"
"Well, we don't want our dinner carried off before our eyes," replied the colonel. "Are you sure that your agile enemy isn't watching us from somewhere and just waiting for it to be done to his taste before making a raid on us?"
"Monkey Rae!" cried Pepper, starting up. "You haven't seen anything of him, have you?"
"No," replied the colonel; "but, still it's well to be on the lookout for him. He's rather a tricky sort of a chap, I believe."