"They look lonely," said Sid.
"They'll have company enough. This coffee smells first rate."
"No milk, Wade, and nothing to settle it with."
"I thought I'd surprise you, Sid. I've brought some little cans of condensed milk."
"Why not a big can?"
"Spoils after it's opened, just like other milk."
"Next thing to having a cow. But, oh, won't the coffee be muddy!"
"I guess not. There, the bacon's beginning to fry."
Half a dozen ship biscuit, hard as dinner plates, were dipped for a moment in the water, and quickly transferred to the frying-pan.
It was wonderful how puffed up and soft they became, and what a fine flavor of bacon improved their taste when it came time to eat them.