He skewered the meat on a green, forked stick and gave it to her to broil for herself over the hottest coals of the fire, while he made the coffee and prepared his own portion of the grouse.
Lorraine was hungry.

She broiled the grouse carefully and ate it, with the exception of one leg, which she surprised herself by offering to Al, who was picking the bones of his own share down to the last shred of meat.

She drank a cup of coffee, black, and returned the cup to the killer, who unconcernedly drank from it without any previous rinsing.
She ate bannock with her meat and secretly thought what an adventure it would be if only it were not real,--if only she were not threatened with a forced marriage to this man.

The primitive camp appealed to her; she who had prided herself upon being an outdoor girl saw how she had always played at being primitive.

This was real.