"Lucky I bought a water-proof match box before I started on this voyage.

I can now make a fire." Bob went back to the place he called "home"-- where he had first landed--and looked in the water-tight match box which he always had carried since he had come aboard the _Eagle_.

To his delight the little fire-sticks were not harmed by his bath.

He only wished he had more of them.
Finding his clothes were now nearly dry, he put part of them on and proceeded to kindle a fire.

Then he cleaned the fish and set them to broil by the simple process of hanging them in front of the fire on a pointed stick, one end of which was thrust into the ground.
"That smells good!" exclaimed Bob, as the fish began to brown.
"But, I almost forgot.