In the box was a bottle stoutly corked containing a dark liquid, some of which he poured into a flat tin cup which formed a part of the lid of the box.

This he set over the fire, which by this time was snapping cheerily.
"Come," he said.

"Here's a lunch fit for a king.

Get up and have your share.

Maybe when your stomach is warmed up with a few ham and mustard sandwiches, some cheese and coffee, you'll be in better spirits.