He worked until his fingers ached and then Paul relieved him.

It fell to the younger boy's lot to succeed.

A bright spark flying forth rested a moment among the lightest and dryest of the twigs, igniting there.

A tiny point of flame appeared, then grew and leaped up.

In a few moments the great pile of brushwood was in a roaring blaze, and then the boys cooked their fish over the coals.