"I told you something was going to
happen."
In the meantime Tad Butler had sprung to the rescue. With one
well-directed kick he had scattered the brush and rescued the coffee
pot before serious damage had been done to it.
Rushing to the river, he scooped up a fresh supply of water, planting
the pot in the center of the fire and heaping the burning stuff about
it.
"We'll have some coffee after all," he glowed. "I don't think Ned is
much of a cook, do you, Chunky?"
"'Bout as good as you are at making fires to cook by, I guess,"
mumbled Chunky.
Tad laughed with them at his own expense.
The water was soon boiling, however, and with the canned stuff laid on
the canvas which had been spread out close to the water, the jolly
party shortly after that were able to sit down to breakfast.
"Two lumps of sugar I believe you take, Professor?" questioned Ned
politely, poising a handful of lumps over the Professor's cup.
"Give me four," interjected Chunky.
"You take yours clear this morning," retorted Ned.
"I got the condensed milk, anyway," jeered Chunky. "No sugar for me,
no condensed milk for you," and he planted the can firmly between his
feet, which were curled up half under him.
"Oh, give him the sugar. I have to take my coffee half milk," begged
Walter.
"All right, hand over the condensed milk then.
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