"You haven't now. What did you do with it?"
"You'll have to explain what you mean. You 're talking in riddles, as the
poet says," sneered the stranger. "All we want is something to eat and I'm
thinking you'll cook it for us pretty quick."
"I understand it's the law of the desert," spoke up Grant, "that any one
who comes into your camp has to be fed."
"Sure it is," said the man glibly.
"But there isn't anything in that law," continued Grant, "which says what
kind of stuff we've got to feed you. My advice to you is to keep right on
your way and not stop here."
"That's just what we're not going to do," laughed the other man loudly.
"We're hungry and you're going to feed us."
"Is that so?" retorted Fred. "Perhaps you'll tell us when we're going to
get the meal."
"You 're going to get it now and there isn't going to be any fooling about
it either."
"Do you want your ice cream before your dinner or after?" inquired Fred
mockingly. "How about your coffee?" he added. "Will you have a demitasse
or a bowl?"
For a moment the man stared blankly at Fred and then apparently convinced
that his demand was not to be complied with he advanced savagely upon the
Go Ahead Boy as he said, "We don't want no more fooling.
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