CHAPTER SIX.
A FOX-SQUIRREL IN A FIX.
Francois soon finished dressing his pigeons, and plunged them into the boiling-water.

A piece of dried meat was added, and then some salt and pepper, drawn from the store-bag, for it was the intention of Francois to make pigeon-soup.

He next proceeded to beat up a little flour with water, in order to give consistency to the soup.
"What a pity," said he, "we have no vegetables!" "Hold!" cried Lucien, who overheard him.

"There appears to be a variety of green stuff in this neighbourhood.

Let me see what can be done." So saying, Lucien walked about the glade with his eyes bent upon the ground.