He gathered a small bundle of withered spines from the palms, and arranged the driftwood on top, choosing a place for his bonfire just within the shade.

Then, inserting the touch-paper among the spines, he unscrewed one of the lenses of the binoculars, converted it into a burning-glass, and had a fine blaze roaring merrily in a few minutes.

With the aid of pointed sticks he grilled some slices of ham, cut with his clasp-knife, which he first carefully cleaned in the earth.

The biscuits were of the variety that become soft when toasted, and so he balanced a few by stones near the fire.
Iris forgot her annoyance in her interest.

A most appetizing smell filled the air.