"It just happens that we're out of everything.

It's so hard to keep anything on hand when you're traveling in this country, with towns so far apart.

You just run short before you know it." Casey thought that the very scarcity of towns compelled one to avoid running short of food, but he did not say anything.

He waded back to the island with a full load of provisions and cooking utensils, and in three minutes he was squinting against the smoke of a camp-fire while he poured water from a canteen into his blackened coffee pot.
"Coffee! Jack, dear, can you believe your nose!" chirped the woman presently behind Casey.

"Junior, darling, just smell the bacon! Isn't he a nice gentleman?
Go give him a kiss like a little man." Casey didn't want any kiss--at least from Junior.