It was clear to him that the older man's strength was rapidly failing.
He kicked the embers of the fire together, and, after laying on a few resinous billets split the night before, placed an inch or two of pork in the frying-pan, and then carefully shook out a double handful of flour from the almost-empty bag.

This he beat up with water and poured into the hot pan when the pork was done.

He watched it until it hardened a little on one side, when he flung it up into the air and caught it in the pan again.

There is an art in making palatable flapjacks out of nothing but flour and water.

When the meager breakfast was ready, he awakened Grenfell, who sat up grumbling.
"It's time we made a start.