cold water from the near-brook which they must contain.

"Here are five matches for each one of you. Every fellow is placed on his
honor not to have a single other one in his possession. You are not to
use any kind of paper in kindling your fires. Just imagine that you are
adrift in the wilderness, where a newspaper is never seen. And in the end
when a kettle begins to boil the owner of it must shout and raise his
hand. I will have inspectors appointed whose duty it will be to see that
all is fairly done."

"Don't we get more than these five matches?" asked one of the
contestants.

"That is all. And remember, that if two are tied when the quart of water
boils, the fellow who can show the most _unused_ matches comes in ahead.
That is a valuable point, for it proves that he knows how to conserve his
resources. A match is sometimes of priceless value to a man lost in the
big timber."

"Tell us again what we must do, Paul."

"Form a line right here. When I say 'go,' every fellow dart off to some
place he has in mind. With your hatchets you are to chop wood, and get a
fire started as quick as you can. Then place your kettle on it, and keep
on adding fuel until the water boils. I will time every contestant
myself, and keep a record. But this is just a preliminary trial. We'll
have another later on. Ready, all?"

The twelve contestants lined up, while the others watched operations.
Even the two outsiders had kept getting closer, so as to understand all