"Why, Colonel Snow!" cried Jack in astonishment; "where did you
come from?"
"Oh, I saw you some time ago as you were coming ashore," replied
the colonel, "and I walked down to meet you. What's the trouble,
the enemy been making an attack?"
"Looks that way," answered Rand. "Monkey Rae made a raid on the
commissary and carried off the fish we had cooked."
"That's nothing to be concerned over," continued the colonel. "Why
don't you cook some more?"
"Can't," replied Pepper, "he upset the stove and spilled all the
oil we had."
"Stove!" ejaculated the colonel in scorn. "What do you want with
a stove?"
"Why, you can't cook without a stove," replied Pepper, "and, besides,
he stole our pan."
"Pan!" exclaimed the colonel, "and plates, too. When you are out
on a tramp all you need is a knife, a tincup and a match. Anybody
got a match?"
"Yes, sir," replied Jack, "lots of them."
"We only need one," answered the colonel. "A good scout doesn't
use more than one match to light a fire. Why, when I was out in
Arizona we would make one match do for a whole company.
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