the night, "but better bring in a little more, boys, because you don't
know how fast the fire eats it up."

As for himself, Giraffe was now ready to get his cheery blaze started.

He actually wasted a match in doing this, muttering at the time that
there was no use bothering with his fire-sticks, which would come in
handy later, perhaps, when the stock of matches ran low.

Well, every boy admitted that things certainly did take on a rosier hue,
once that fire began to crackle and send up sparks.

"That feels good, Giraffe," said Bumpus, holding his hands out toward
the blaze.

"Sure it does," the fire maker went on to say, "and we'll all feel
better still after we get some grub inside. Thad, what are we going to
have for supper?"

Nobody started making fun of Giraffe now. They were all pretty sharp
pushed, and could sympathize with the hungry one.

"Oh! look over our stock, and see what we've got," replied the scout-
master. "Only go slow, and don't cook too much, because nobody can tell
how long we might have to stay here on this island, and we may have to
come down to half rations yet."

His words struck a chill to some of their hearts.

Giraffe, however, refused to allow himself to be concerned.