"There--Miss Bridger," he blurted desperately, "I've got to tell yuh--there isn't a thing in the shack except some dried apricots--and maybe a spoonful or two of tapioca.
The Pilgrim--" He stopped to search his brain for words applicable to the Pilgrim and still mild enough for the ears of a lady.
"Well, never mind.

We can rough it--it will be lots of fun!" the girl laughed so readily as almost to deceive Billy, standing there in his misery.

That a woman should come to him for help, and he not even able to give her food, was almost unbearable.

It were well for the Pilgrim that Charming Billy Boyle could not at that moment lay hands upon him.
"It will be fun," she laughed again in his face.

"If the--the grubstake is down to a whisper (that's the way you say it, isn't it ?) there will be all the more credit coming to the cook when you see all the things she can do with dried apricots and tapioca.