Immediately he was glad that she had spirit enough to put the little runt in his place.
"You _would_ wait to buy supplies in Rhyolite, remember," she reminded her husband calmly.

"I guess you'll have to wait till you get there.

I've got one piece of bread saved for Junior.

You and I go hungry--and cheer up, old dear; you're used to it!" "I've got grub," Casey volunteered hospitably.

"Didn't stop to eat yet.
I'll pack the stuff back there to dry ground and boil some coffee and fry some bacon." He looked at the woman and was rewarded by a smile so brilliant that Casey was dazzled.
"You certainly are a godsend," she called after him, as he turned away to his own car.