What interests me is, how are we going to cook any lunch up here on top?"
"We can't," Mr. Rogers said. "Of course, there's no wood. We'll just have to eat something cold, or else wait till we can get down to timber line."
"Oh, dear! How long will that be?" said Frank.
"I should fancy we could make timber in half an hour from the top."
"That would be two, even if we didn't stay on top any time, wouldn't it?"
"I gotter stay on top long enough to dry my shirt," Peanut answered. "It's sticking to me."
"Then you'll have to eat emergency rations and sweet chocolate," said Art. "There's nothing else which doesn't have to be cooked."
"We ought to bake some bread and have a bit of potted ham, or something like that, for noon lunches," said Rob. "I move we do it to-night."
"To-night?" sniffed Peanut. "To-night, I guess you forget, we dine on roast beef and plum pudding, because Art and I are heroes!"
"I did forget, both facts," Rob laughed.
"Well, which is it, emergency rations, or wait till we get down to timber?" asked the Scout Master.
"Emergency rations!" said Lou and Frank.
"Wait!" said Art and Peanut (who had eaten emergency rations before).
