“We must make some dampers,” said Mark; “you know, flour cakes: we can’t bake, we haven’t got an oven.”
“Dampers are proper,” said Bevis. “That’s gold-mining. Very likely there are heaps of nuggets here somewhere—”
“Placers.”
“And gold-dust in the river.”
“No mustard. And I recollected the salt!” said Mark. “I say; is this bacon quite nice?”
“Well, no; not quite.”
“I don’t like it.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Wish we could have brought some meat.”
“Can’t keep meat under the tropics.”