But even if I had not had the flint and steel, I could have made a fire by rubbing two dead sticks together.

You forget, I have lived among savages for a year." "You don't think that it is dangerous to light a fire ?" "Not in the least.

It was dark when we left the wood, and they must have halted on our track, far back among the trees, to follow it up by daylight.

Besides, we have walked five hours since then, and must be twenty miles away, and we have crossed five or six hills.
Find a few dead sticks and I will pull a handful or two of dried grass.

We will soon have a fire." Ned made a little pile of dried grass, scooped out a slight depression at the top, and placed a dead leaf in it.