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"It isn'tit critically,

"but it'll do"

Under her direction Bennington ireen switches, and stuck these upright in the ground in such a

position that the warmth from the flames could just reach them

"They'll never cook there," he objected

"Didn't expect they would," she retorted briefly Then relenting,

"They finish better if they're warh first," she explained

By this tietically and the coffee

was sending out a fragrant steaetables with a sharpened sliver Apparently satisfied, she drew back

with a happy sigh She shook her hair froton

"Ready! Go!" cried she

The frying pan was covered with a tin plate on which were heaped live

coals More coals were poked fros on to a flat place,

were spread out thin, and were crowned by the frying pan and its

glowing freight Bennington held over the fire a switch of ha to directions, not to approach the actual

blaze Mary borrowed his hunting knife and disappeared into the

thicket In a moment she returned with a kettle-lifter, i One of the forks was left

long for the hand, the other was cut short The result was like an

Esquiton of his task, while