"We aren't going to starve even if we can't move on," he cried
cheerily. "I promised you that you shouldn't have a warm meal until we
reached the summit this evening. I'm going to give you a surprise,
though. Now, what will you have?"
"I think I'll have a thirloin thteak," answered Tommy.
"A cup of coffee will help me, I am sure," declared Harriet.
"I would eat the frying-pan handle if I couldn't get anything better,"
added Jane. "Mountain climbing is something like work, eh?"
Janus bolstered up his dry wood in a crotch formed by a jutting rock,
and built a fire where one would scarcely have believed it were
possible to do so. He got water from a little spring just above them,
and by the time Miss Elting had disposed of her patients for the moment
the water for coffee was boiling. But there was no setting of a table.
To have put a dish down on that slope would have meant to lose it, and
they had too few dishes to be able to afford to lose even one.
The coffee was drunk without milk, though lumps of sugar were produced
from each girl's blouse pocket and dropped into her cup with much
laughter.
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