Ferrers to get supper ready.
We're a famished lot. Understand?"
Alf was only too glad to be able to understand that his part in
the dismantling of the camp had been overlooked. While Tom and
Harry led their guests into one of the tents, young Drew hastened
over to where Jim Ferrers was starting a fire in the camp stove.
"Now, put that stuff back in your pockets, or I'll throw it in
the fire!" sounded the angry voice of Ferrers. "You can't use
any of that stuff when you're working around me."
"The poor little cigarette pest must have been trying to use his
newly acquired 'makings,'" grinned Tom.
While Ferrers was thus busied with preparation of the meal, Joe
Timmins had taken the guide's rifle and was keeping a watchful
eye over the approaches to the neighborhood.
"So you young men think you could serve me satisfactorily as engineers,"
questioned Mr. Dunlop.
"I think we could," Tom answered.
"But I am afraid you young men have a rather large notion as to the
pay you're worth," continued the mine promoter.
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