CHAPTER 11.
"Eggs! How perfectly wonderful, Mr.Harrigan! And I'm starved!" She looked up to him, radiant with delight; but the triumphant eye of Harrigan fell not upon her but on McTee, who had suddenly grown pensive.
"But how can we cook them?
There's nothing to boil water in--and no pan for frying them," ventured McTee.
"Roast 'em," said Harrigan scornfully.

"Like this." He wrapped several eggs in wet clay and placed them in the glowing ashes of the fire which had now burned low.
"While they're cooking," said McTee, "I'm going off.

I've an idea." Harrigan watched him with a shade of suspicion while he retreated.

He turned his head to find Kate studying him gravely.
"Before you came, Mr.Harrigan--" "My name's Dan.

That'll save time." "While you were gone," she went on, thanking him with a smile, "Captain McTee told me a great many things about you." Harrigan stirred uneasily.
"Among other things, that you had no such record as he hinted at while we were on the _Mary Rogers_.