“Dried.”
“Oh, no; I mean broiled–just red inside.”
“I prefer mine quite rare,” added Winthrope.
“That’s the way you’ll get it, damned rare–Beg your pardon, Miss Jenny! Without fire, we’ll have the choice of raw or jerked.”
“Jerked meat is all right. You cut your game in strips–”
“With a penknife!” laughed Miss Leslie.
Blake stared at her glumly. “That’s so. You’ve got it back on me– Butcher a beef with a penknife! We’ll have to take it raw, and dog-fashion at that.”
“Haven’t I heard of bamboo knives?” said Winthrope.
“Bamboo?”