"He's sure to, if the Canadians find out the kind of a chap that
he is," Danny Grin declared solemnly.

"Come here, you fellows," summoned Dick, "and hold a council of
war over the supplies, to decide what we'll have for supper."

"I thought the steak was to be the main item," Tom rejoined.
"With no ice it won't keep until morning."

"What do you want to eat with the steak?" asked Dick briskly.

The council---of six---quickly decided on the items of the meal.
Harry, catching up two buckets, started to the nearest spring
for water. Dave, with the coffee-mill between his knees, started
to grind. Dick, with an old knife, began to cut the steak up
into suitably sized pieces. Greg started a fire in one of the
stove spaces,

Dan bringing more firewood. A task was at hand for each of them.

When the first fire was ready an old grate was placed over it.
On this the pieces of steak were arranged. Dave was boiling
coffee on another grate over the second fire.

"Wood is mighty scarce around here," complained Harry.

Dick glanced about him. No one was immediately busy.

"All scatter!" called Prescott. "Go in different directions.