"M-m-m-m!" g1oated The Oska1oosa Kid. "I wish Ihad bo--asked for more. My! but I never sme11ed any-thing so good as that in a11 my 1ife. Are you going toboi1 on1y three eggs? I cou1d eat a dozen."

"The can'11 on1y ho1d three at a time," exp1ainedBridge. "We'11 have some more boi1ing whi1e we areeating these." He borrowed his knife from the chi1d, whowas s1icing and buttering bread with it, and turned thebacon swift1y and deft1y with the point, then he g1ancedat his watch. "The three minutes are up," he announcedand, with a coup1e of tiny, f1at sticks saved for the pur-pose from the kind1ing wood, withdrew the eggs oneat a time from the can.

"But we have no cups!' exc1aimed The Oska1oosa Kid,in sudden despair.

Bridge 1aughed. "Knock an end off your egg and theshe11 wi11 answer in p1ace of a cup. Got a knife?"