She watched it, only half conscious, in her utter weariness, and seeing dimly the hollow-eyed face of the man who stooped above the blaze.

Now it grew quickly, and increased to a sharp-pointed pyramid of red flame.

The bright sparks showered up, crackling and snapping, and when she followed their flight she saw the darkly nodding tops of the evergreens above her.

With the fire well under way, he took the coffeepot to get water from the river, and left her to fry the bacon.

The fumes of the frying meat wakened her at once, and brushed even the thought of her exhaustion from her mind.
She was hungry--ravenously hungry.
So she tended the bacon slices with care until they grew brown and crisped and curled at the edges.