each. Here he placed it
with the dough in the centre exposed to the heat. As the dough on the
side of the stick near the fire browned he turned the stick a little
to expose a new surface, until his twist was brown on all sides.

"Have some of un," Jamie invited. "We'll eat un to stave off the
hunger before dinner. I'm fair starved."

David and Andy were not slow to accept, and Jamie's crisp hot twist
was quickly devoured.

The kettle of stewing goose was sending forth a most delicious
appetizing odour. David lifted the lid to season it, and stir it with
the cooking spoon. Jamie and Andy sniffed.

"U-m-m!" from Jamie.

"Oh, she smells fine!" Andy breathed.

"Seems like I can't wait for un!" Jamie declared.

"She's done!" David at length announced.

"Make the tea, Andy."

Using a stick as a lifter David removed the kettle of goose from the
fire, while Andy put tea in the other kettle, which was boiling,
removing it also from the fire.

"You bring the bread along, Jamie, and you the tea, Andy," David
directed, turning into the cabin with the kettle of goose.

Lem had just awakened from a most refreshing sleep, and when he
smelled the goose he declared:

"I'm hungrier'n a whale."

Doctor Joe laid claim also to no small appetite, an appetite, indeed,
quite superior to that described by Lem.

"A whale!" he sniffed. "Why, I'm as hungry as seven whales! Seven,
now! Big whales, too! No small whales about _my_ appetite!"

The three boys laughed heartily, and David warned:

"We'll all have to be lookin' out or there won't be a bite o' goose
left for anybody if Doctor Joe gets at un first!"

Doctor Joe arranged a plate for Lem, upon which he placed a choice
piece of breast and a section of one of David's loaves, which proved,
when broken, to be light and short and delicious. Then he poured Lem a
cup of rich broth from the kettle, and while Lem ate waited upon him
before himself joining the boys at the table.

"How are you feeling, Lem?" asked Doctor Joe when everyone had
finished and the boys were washing dishes.

"My head's a bit soggy and I'm a bit weak, and there's a wonderful
pain in my right shoulder when I moves un," said Lem. "If 'tweren't
for my head and the weakness and the pain I'd feel as well as ever I
did, and I'd be achin' to get after that thief Indian Jake. As 'tis
I'll bide my time till I feels nimbler."

"Do you think you could let me fuss around that shoulder a little
while?" Doctor Jo