"Besides, there's no milk! No eggs! No
nothing! Go 'way! I'm sick! That's all there is," and something
which looked like a cannon-ball shot out of the front end of the
wagon, followed by a paper bag which might have been the wadding
used in the Cannon. "That's all! Lemme 'lone!" And we heard Jack
tie down the front of the cover and roll over on the bed again.
"See what it is," I said to Ollie.
He took the lantern and started. "Guess it's a can of Boston
baked beans," he said. "Oh, then we're all right," I replied.
He picked it up and studied it carefully by the light of the
lantern.
"No," he said, slowly, "it isn't that. G--g, double
o--gooseberries--that's what it is--a can of gooseberries we got
at Valentine."
"And this is a paper bag of sugar," I said, picking it up.
"No gout to-night!"
I cut open the can and poured in the sugar. We stirred it up
with a stick, and Ollie drank a third of it and I the rest. Then
we crawled under the wagon, covered ourselves with the pony's
saddle-blanket, and went to sleep.
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