But before we did so I said:
"Ollie, at the next town I am going to get you a cook-book,
and we'll be independent of that wretch in the wagon."
"All right," answered Ollie.
VIII: ON THE ANTELOPE FLATS
The next morning the condition of the tempers of the crew of the
Rattletrap was reversed. Jack was feeling better and was quite
amiable, and inclined to regret his bloodthirsty language of the
night before. But Ollie and I, on our diet of gooseberries, had not
prospered, and woke up as cross as Old Blacky. The first thing I
did was to seize the empty gooseberry can and hit the side of the
wagon a half-dozen resounding blows.
"Get up there," I cried, "and 'tend to breakfast! No
pretending you're sick this morning."
"All right!" came Jack's voice, cheerfully. "Certainly. No
need of your getting excited, though. You see, I really wasn't
hungry last night, or I'd have got supper."
"But we were hungry!" answered Ollie. "I don't think I was
ever much hungrier in my life; and then to get nothing but a pint
of gooseberries! I could eat my hat this morning!"
"I'm sorry," said Jack, coming out; "but I can't cook unless
I'm hungry myself.
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