Just made for us." He pulled out a long steel rod from a heap of rubbish and ran with it to the fire.
"Here, boys, punch a hole in this wall.

Now then, for the cans.

String them on this rod." In twenty minutes the coffee was ready.
"How is it ?" he inquired anxiously, handing a mess tin full to one of his men.
The boy tasted it.
"Like mother made," he said, with a grin.

"Gee, but it's good." At that moment the doctor appeared at the cellar door.
"I say, old chap," he said, "there will be a riot here in fifteen minutes.

That coffee smells the whole camp." "Bring 'em along, doc.