have a dinner in the real scout style."

"I don't see how you are going to cook them in that clay," put in
Jack.

"We are going to bake them," replied the colonel. "Build a good,
hot fire on top of them."

"Like they do with a clam bake?" inquired Rand.

"That's the idea," said the colonel, who, while talking, had been
packing the fish in two layers on a flat rock. "Now put your leaves
on--not too many--lay on your pieces, Rand, pile them up so as to
leave a draught. That's it; now, Jack, touch it off."

Jack struck a match which flickered for a minute and went out.

"Tut! Tut!" cried the colonel, "that won't do!"

"Oh, it doesn't matter," said Jack, "I've plenty more."

"No," corrected the colonel, "you should rely on only one. Now,
suppose we are out on the plains and this is your last match. Let
me show you how to do it."

Stooping down, the colonel waited a moment until there was a lull
in the wind, when he struck the match, shielding it with his hand
until it blazed up, and then touched it to the leaves, which,
catching the fire, were soon blazing fiercely.