As the sticks burned down the scout master shoved the ends farther into the blaze, instead of throwing them on top of it.
"Now, then, boys, you've had your first lesson in camp fire making and cooking," he announced.

"Now go ahead, and let's see what kind of a dinner you can produce.

I'm going for a tour of exploration of the island." Among the other things the pioneers had accomplished was the building of a table large enough to seat the entire Patrol, with planks set on logs as seats.

Hiram put Walter to setting this, while he burned his fingers and smudged his face over his cookery.

Long before the beans seemed any nearer to what experience taught the young cook they ought to be, Walter announced that the table was all set, with its tin cups and dishes and steel knives and forks.
Suddenly, while Hiram was considering putting the potatoes on their hook, there came from the rear of the store tent the most appalling succession of squeals and screams the boy had ever heard.