But for Glenn Kilbourne--what more would it be? He
evidently knew what he wanted, for every movement was quick, decisive. One
after another he placed bags, cans, sacks, pans, utensils on the table.
Then he kicked at the roaring fire, settling some of the sticks. He strode
outside to return with a bucket of water, a basin, towel, and soap. Then he
took down two queer little iron pots with heavy lids. To each pot was
attached a wire handle. He removed the lids, then set both the pots right
on the fire or in it. Pouring water into the basin, he proceeded to wash
his hands. Next he took a large pail, and from a sack he filled it half
full of flour. To this he added baking powder and salt. It was instructive
for Carley to see him run his skillful fingers all through that flour, as
if searching for lumps. After this he knelt before the fire and, lifting
off one of the iron pots with a forked stick, he proceeded to wipe out the
inside of the pot and grease it with a piece of fat. His next move was to
rake out a pile of the red coals, a feat he performed with the stick, and
upon these he placed the pot. Also he removed the other pot from the fire,
leaving it, however, quite close.
"Well, all eyes?" he bantered, suddenly staring at her.
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