A minute later he called to them softly.
He had wrenched open the back door, and within in the darkness they could make out a little kitchen, stripped of everything--table, furniture, and even the range itself.

The Major kicked something presently in the gloom, swore softly, and announced he had found a kettle.

They decided that all this would do very well.
* * * * * Tramps do not demand very much, and these were completely contented when they had made a small fire, damped down with a turf to prevent it smoking, had boiled a little water, stewed some tea, and eaten what they had.

Even this was not luxurious.

The Major produced the heel of a cheese and two crushed-looking bananas, and Frank a half-eaten tin of sardines and a small, stale loaf.