“I see,” murmured Ned.
Brinkley appeared in the doorway of the room where Tom and Ned were sitting. There was a grin on the face of the former tank man.
“What is it?” asked Tom.
“Come and get it!” answered the other.
“Grub ready so soon?” asked Ned, who recognized the cook’s method of summoning them to eat.
“Grub is ready,” repeated Brinkley.
“Time went mighty fast,” Tom said. “I forgot all about cooking or eating. We really didn’t settle on who was to be cook.”
“Well, Joe sort of wished it onto me,” went on Brinkley, with another grin. “I had a hand in it when I was running a tank over on the other side,” he went on, “and if you want me to, I’ll keep at it.”
“I’ll tell you better after I eat this grub you say is ready,” laughed Tom.
“That’s a fair proposition,” admitted Brinkley. “Well, anyhow, it’s ready. You two can eat and Joe and I will take a shot at the grub later.”