o--gooseberries--that's what it is--a can of gooseberries we got
at Valentine."

"And this is a paper bag of sugar," I said, picking it up.
"No gout to-night!"

I cut open the can and poured in the sugar. We stirred it up
with a stick, and Ollie drank a third of it and I the rest. Then
we crawled under the wagon, covered ourselves with the pony's
saddle-blanket, and went to sleep. But before we did so I said:

"Ollie, at the next town I am going to get you a cook-book,
and we'll be independent of that wretch in the wagon."

"All right," answered Ollie.



VIII: ON THE ANTELOPE FLATS


The next morning the condition of the tempers of the crew of the
Rattletrap was reversed. Jack was feeling better and was quite
amiable, and inclined to regret his bloodthirsty language of the
night before. But Ollie and I, on our diet of gooseberries, had not
prospered, and woke up as cross as Old Blacky. The first thing I
did was to seize the empty gooseberry can and hit the side of the
wagon a half-dozen resounding blows.

"Get up there," I cried, "and 'tend to breakfast! No