I'll get a bucket." With his trouble-light suspended from the top of the car, Cliff moved a roll of blankets and a bag that had jolted out of place.

In a moment he had all the necessary implements of an emergency camp, and was pulling out cans and boxes of supplies that opened Johnny's eyes.

Evidently Cliff had come prepared to camp for some time.
Over coffee and bacon and bread Johnny learned some things he had wanted to know.

They were in the heart of the country which Cliff had shown him on the relief map, miles from the beaten trail of tourists, but within fifteen miles of the border.
"There's a cabin somewhere near here that we can use for headquarters," Cliff further explained.

"And to-day a Mexican will come and take charge of camp and look after our interests while we are over the line.
I have ordered a quantity of gas that will be brought here and stored in a safe place, and there is a shelter for the plane.