"That was quite a while back." "Yeah.

Well, how's your luck with bannock?
I've got it all mixed." "Dump her in here, ole-timer," cried Bud, holding out the frying pan emptied of all but grease.

"Wish I had another hot skillet to turn over the top." "I guess you've been there, all right," the other chuckled.

"Well, I don't carry but the one frying pan.

I'm equipped light, because I've got to outfit with grub, further along." "Well, we'll make out all right, just like this." Bud propped the handle of the frying pan high with a forked stick, and stood up.