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She became
excited. "What was his name?"
"I have his card here," said Barry, taking out his pocket book and
handing her the card.
"My uncle!" she cried. "Why, how perfectly splendid!" offering Barry
her hand. "Why, we're really introduced. Then you're the man that Uncle
Howard--" She stopped abruptly, a flush on her cheek. Then she turned
to the N. C. O. "Yes, sergeant, that will do," as the man brought half a
dozen large biscuit cans and as many large bottles of prepared coffee.
As Barry's eyes fell upon the biscuit cans an idea came to him.
"Will these cans hold water?" he inquired.
"Yes, sir," replied the sergeant.
"Then, we're fixed," cried Barry, in high delight. "This is perfectly
fine."
"What do you mean?" asked the girl.
"We'll dump the biscuits, and boil the coffee in the cans. I haven't
camped on the Athabasca for nothing. Now we're all right and I suppose
we must go."
The V. A. D. hesitated a moment, then she took the sergeant to one side,
and entered into earnest and persuasive talk with him.


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