Who's got a match?
Let's start a fire and begin moving toward the hunter's stew." "We don't need matches," Pee-wee said with a condescending sneer.

"Do you think scouts use matches?
They light fires by rubbing sticks.
Matches are civilized." Whereupon Pee-wee gave a demonstration of not getting a light by the approved old Indian fashion of rubbing sticks and striking sparks from stones and so on.
"Here comes a man down the river in a motorboat," said Nuts; "turn the stop sign that way and we'll ask him for a match." Pee-wee, somewhat subdued by his failure, confronted the approaching boat with the red panel which said STOP, and held his hand up like a traffic officer.
But there was no need of requiring the approaching voyager to pause.
For he had every intention of pausing.

Neither would there have been any use of asking him for a match.

For he never gave away matches.
Old Trimmer never gave away anything.

He would not even give away a secret, he was so stingy.