They turned the Ida
quickly into this and managed to push upward on it for several minutes.
Then they put ashore under some dim cottonwoods, where grass was ankle
deep. The mere feeling of vegetation about them was cheering, and the
trees, with a blanket stretched between made a partial shelter from the
rain.
"I'll sure cook grass for you all for breakfast!" said Jonas. "How
come folks not to bile grass for greens, I don't see. Maybe birds
here, too. Whoever's the fancy shot, put the gun close to his hand."
"I've done some fair shooting in my day," said Agnew, "but I never
potted a goat in an eagle's nest. You'd better give the gun to the
Judge." He polished off his pie tin, scraped the last grain of sugar
from his tin cup and lighted a cigarette.
"I'm trying to bear my blushing honors modestly," grinned Enoch,
crowding closer to the great fire. "Milton, I've a bone to pick with
you."
"Where'd you get it?" demanded Agnew.
Enoch smiled but went on. "I accuse you of deliberately starving
yourself for the rest of us. It won't do, sir. I'm going to set your
share aside and by Jove, if you refuse it, I'll throw it in the river!"
Milton rose indignantly on one elbow. "Judge, I forbid you to do
anything of the kind! You fellows have got to have food to work on.
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