Let me show you something." He led him into the ruin, where his spoils were cached.
"Biscuits, my boy, and coffee.

Hold on! Listen! I'm going to get a fire going here and in twenty minutes there'll be six cans of fragrant delicious coffee, boiling hot." "Why, how the--" "Doc, don't talk! Listen to me! You round up your sick men, and bring them quietly over here.

I don't know how many I can supply, but at least, I think, a hundred." "Why, how the devil-- ?" "Go on; I haven't time to talk to you.

Get busy!" Working by flashlight, the men cut open the tins, dumped the biscuits on a blanket spread in a corner of the cellar, while Barry made preparations for a fire.
"Here, Hobbs, you punch two holes in these cans, just an inch from the top." Soon the fire was blazing cheerily.

In its light Barry was searching through the ruin.
"By Jove," he shouted, "the very thing.