Mine were in the
Na-che."
"And two thirds of the grub in the Na-che, too!" exclaimed Agnew.
Jonas had rooted out Milton's change of clothing and very tenderly, if
awkwardly, Agnew and Harden helping, he was made dry and propped up
where he could direct proceedings.
"Forrester, I wish you'd bring the whole grub supply here," Milton
said, when his nurses had finished.
It was a pitifully small collection that was placed on the edge of the
blanket.
"I wonder how many times," said Milton, "I've told you chaps to load
the grub half and half between the boats? Somebody blundered. I'm not
going to ask who because I'm the chief blunderer myself, for neglecting
to check you over, at every loading. With care, we've about two days'
very scanty rations here, and only beans and coffee, at that. With the
best of luck and no stops for Survey work we're five days from the
Ferry."
"Guess I'd better get busy with my fishing tackle!" exclaimed Forrester.
"Ain't any fishing tackle," said Jonas succinctly. "She must 'a'
washed out of the hole in the Ida. I was just looking for it myself."
"Suppose you put us on half rations," suggested Enoch, "and one of us
will try to get to the top, with the gun."
Milton nodded.
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