"What do you say to this?" And Bob triumphantly brought forth a small can of each.
"My eye! Are you a walking grocery store?"
Bob laughed. "Wasn't a bad idea, eh?"
"You're right! Let's get to work."
Bob soon had the rabbit skinned and dressed. Then he scraped aside a pile of glowing coals.
A sharpened stick was used as a spit, and this being laid across two short logs, the rabbit began to broil.
"I could eat almost anything," said Bob.
"Just let me get a chance at it," observed Hackett.
"Hope the other fellows are all right," said Bob, anxiously.
"They have Yardsley with 'em. If anybody had to get lost, it was a good thing we did," continued Hackett. "Dick and Sam—well, they're not up in the woods game like we are. It kind of comes natural to me, and you ain't bad at it, either."