There's a side of bacon in that kyack over there.

Get it out and slice some off, and we'll have supper before you know it.

We will," he added pessimistically, "if this dang brush will burn." Bud found the bacon and cut according to his appetite.

His host got out a blackened coffeepot and half filled it with water from a dented bucket, and balanced it on one side of the struggling fire.

He remarked that they had had some rain, to which Bud agreed.