'I'll get you fellows up to boiling point,' said he.

There was a tremendously hot sun overhead.

On a sudden he halted, exclaiming: 'Cooks and gridirons! what about sage and onions ?' Only Temple and I jumped at the meaning of this.

We drew lots for a messenger, and it was miserable to behold an unfortunate fellow touch Saddlebank's hand containing the notched bit of stick, and find himself condemned to go and buy sage and onions somewhere, without knowing what it was for how could he guess we were going to cook a raw goose! The lot fell to a boy named Barnshed, a big slow boy, half way up every class he was in, but utterly stupid out of school; which made Saddlebank say: 'They'll take it he's the bird that wants stuffing.' Barnshed was directed where to rejoin us.

The others asked why he was trotted after sage and onions.