Adrian did not contest the point, the less readily because he saw that the fried chicken Angelique had given them was rapidly diminishing in quantity.
“Think I’ll fall-to myself. My, but I’m hungry! Wish I had a cup of coffee.”
“Can’t waste time now. We’ll have some to-night.”
“Did they give us some?”
“Look in the pack.”
“After breakfast I’ll oblige you.”
Pierre grinned and helped himself to a wing.
Adrian seized the tin basin which held the fowl and placed it behind himself. “Enough’s as good as a feast. We shall be hungry again. See here. What kind of a bird was this? or birds? all legs and arms, no bodies. Freaks of nature. Eh? How many breast portions have you devoured?”
“Three.”
“Oh! Then, travel or no travel, you get no wage this day. Understand. I’m commander of this expedition. I see to the commissariat. I’ll overhaul the pack, and take account of stock.”