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White, Stewart Edward, 1873-1946

"The Rules of the Game"

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He gathered fuel and soon had enough of a fire to furnish light.
"It certainly does seem plumb foolish to be lightin' _more_ fires!" he
remarked.
In the meantime Amy had unsaddled her own horse and was busy unpacking
one of the pack animals. Bob followed her example.
"There," she said; "now here are the canteens, all full; and here's six
lunches already tied together that I put up before we started. You can
get them to the other boys. Take your tools and run along. I'll
straighten up, and be ready for you when you can come back."
"What if the fire gets over to you?" asked Bob.
"I'll turn the horses loose and ride away," she said gaily.
"It won't get clost to there," put in Jack. "This little ridge is rock
all round it. That's why they put the camp here."
"Where's water?" asked Amy.
"I don't rightly remember," confessed Pollock. "I've only been in here
once."
"I'll find out in the morning. Good luck!"
Jack handed Bob three of the canteens, a hoe and rake and one of the
flat files.
"What's this for?" asked Bob.
"To keep the edge of your hoe sharp," replied Jack.


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