But I guess we ought to have breakfast first.
I'm pretty hungry.

Ain't you?
I can build a fire against that crack in the ledge over there, and the smoke will go away back underneath so it won't show.

There's a blow-hole somewhere that draws smoke like a chimney." Jerry came after a little, sniffing bacon.

He threw himself down beside the fire and drew a long breath.

"That old skunk's heavier than what you might think," he observed whimsically.