The billies were refilled, the ration-bags laid ready for the morning.
Now darkness had fallen.

He put more logs on the fire, and the flames blazed up.

Then he made up a little pile of johnny-cakes that he had not buttered, and covered it with the bark plates.

'We shall have to make an early start, and there'll be no time to bake fresh ones--and no more use for these things,' he said.

The square of bark on which he had mixed the dough was in his hands and he was about the fling it among the bushes, but she stopped him.
'No--don't throw it away....