The Swede stopped short in the midst of a sentence, pocketed something, and made off sulkily for the log hut.

Yerkes, with a smile, and a wink to the bystanders, retired triumphant on his prey.
Elizabeth, standing at the door of the kitchen, inquired if supplies were likely to run short.
"Not in this car," said Yerkes, with emphasis.

"What _they'll_ do"-- a jerk of his thumb towards the rest of the train in front--"can't say." "Of course we shall have to give them food!" cried Lady Merton, delighted at the thought of getting rid of some of their superfluities.
Yerkes showed a stolid face.
"The C.P.R.'ll have to feed 'em--must.

That's the regulation.
Accident--free meals.

That hasn't nothing to do with me.