"This begins to look like a fine chance to eat," sighed Tom full
of contentment.
"Doing anything, Reade?" inquired the cattle owner, who had quickly
learned all their names.
"No, sir."
"Then suppose you take this heart of the cow over to your camp.
Put it on the fire in a kettle of salted water, and let it boil
slowly. By that means you will be able to serve up the heart
for your evening meal."
"Is there no end to this cow?" gasped Tom.
"Well, a good-sized cow provides several hundred pounds of meat,"
replied Mr. Ross. "Oh, what a shame that you boys have no ice,
and no way of getting it or keeping it! I could fix you for a
month's supply of meat!"
"Dick, do you remember what we came out here in the woods for?"
queried Tom.
"To camp, and have a good time," Prescott laughed. "And, so far,
we win. We're having a bully time!"
"What else did we come out here for?"
"To harden and train ourselves so that we can make a hard try
for the Gridley High School football eleven this fall."
"Will a week of training table undo the harm of to-day's big feasts?"
groaned Reade.
"No fellow is obliged to make a glutton of himself," retorted
Dick.
"Maybe not," quoth Tom, "but everyone of us will be sorely tempted.
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