“One’s enough to be cooked,” said Bevis. “Cooking is the most hateful thing I ever knew.”
“Most awful hateful. Suppose we say you shall do it to-day and I do it to-morrow, instead of being both stuck here by this fire?”
“Why shouldn’t you do it to-day, and I do it to-morrow?”
“Toss up, then,” said Mark, producing a penny. “Best two out of three.”
“O! no,” said Bevis. “You know too many penny dodges. No, no; I know—get the cards, shuffle them and cut, and who cuts highest goes off and does as he likes—”
“Ace highest?”
“Ace.”
The pack was shuffled, and Mark cut a king. Bevis did not got a picture-card, so he was cook for that day.
“I shall take the matchlock,” said Mark.
“That you won’t.”