By the time
the colonel came back the fire was blazing and the bread baking on
some stones, which were set up in front of the fire.
"How did you make out?" asked Pepper of the colonel when he returned.
"Pretty well," replied the colonel; "I got a saddle of venison and
a couple of prairie chickens."
"Really?" asked Pepper, his eyes snapping.
"Well, we'll call them that," replied the colonel.
Under the colonel's direction the chickens and the saddle of mutton
were suspended over the fire and kept slowly turning until they
were thoroughly roasted.
"Done to a turn," as Gerald expressed it.
"Better put out a sentinel, hadn't you?" suggested the colonel
when they had all gathered about the fire to watch the cooking of
the dinner.
"A sentinel!" exclaimed Rand. "What for?"
"Well, we don't want our dinner carried off before our eyes," replied
the colonel. "Are you sure that your agile enemy isn't watching
us from somewhere and just waiting for it to be done to his taste
before making a raid on us?"
"Monkey Rae!" cried Pepper, starting up.
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