But Smith replied, "Oh, of course we do the cooking by turns.

By the way, Hawkesbury, you and Flanagan have to see to that to-day." Hawkesbury's smile left him for an instant.
"Nonsense; I'm not going to do anything of the sort." "Then you'd better be the captain," said Smith glumly, "if you aren't going to obey orders." Hawkesbury's smile returned.
"Oh, if it's the captain's orders, of course.

Come along, Flanagan." "Come along," said the jovial Flanagan; "I think we'll make a hash of it with a vengeance!" Whereat this little breeze blew over.

As a matter of fact, we all assisted at the cooking of this celebrated meal, and made a terrific hash of it, which, nevertheless, we relished greatly, and declared we had never tasted such a dinner since we came to Stonebridge House.

No more we had! But amid our own feasting it would never do to forget our prisoners.
Three parcels were made, containing each a liberal helping of bread and meat, with little parcels of salt and butter thoughtfully added.
"Write on them `For two days,'" said Smith, "and bring them up." "How about water ?" asked some one.
"There's enough in each room for a day or two," said Smith, who seemed to have taken note of everything.
"I don't see the fun of feeding them up this way," said Rathbone.
"You'll never get them to give in as long as you make them so jolly comfortable." "I'd like to see how you liked it for two days," said Smith.