"That's always the way," laughed Thad.

"Yes," added Allan, "you never miss the water till the well runs dry.
But how about our ham, is that gone, too!"

"Well, I should say, yes," declared Giraffe, an injured look on his
face, as if he felt accusing eyes fixed upon him, "s'pose you think one
poor lone ham with six hungry fellows to chaw away at it, could last
forever, but it won't. If you want to know what we've got left I'll
tell you--two cans of Boston baked beans, one of tomatoes, some
potatoes, a package of rice, plenty of tea, sugar and coffee, three tins
of milk, some chocolate, and three packages of crackers."

"Is that all?" gasped Bumpus.

"So you see right away to-morrow we've got to get busy trying to lay in
some sort of supplies," Giraffe went on to say. "How about that, Thad?"

"You never said truer words," was the scoutmaster's comment.

"Yum, yum, I don't know when I've enjoyed a supper like I have this
one," Step Hen acknowledged.

"I hope it ain't the last time I'll hear you say that," remarked
Giraffe.

"Hope so myself," returned the other, "because it'd be too bad if I had
to quit eating at my tender age."