After a brief silence, broken only by the tinkle of spoons against saucers, the campers around the table glanced at each other guiltily. Except for the portions reserved for the two cooks, there was not a crumb of piddling left. "Better hide the plates and cover the dish," said the doctor in a conspirator's whisper. "It's enough to provoke them into a mutiny. Time enough to break the news after they have eaten their mock turtle." "Duck," choked Percy. But the Gypsy cooks had noticed nothing. They were too absorbed with straining the beans and the onions now cooked to shreds, from the adamantine potatoes. The cooked vegetables they arranged in the bottom of a large meat platter as a becoming bed for the mock duck which Billie, with mingled feelings of fear and triumph, now prepared to loose from his fastenings with a long fork and the historic carving knife. But Mock Duck to the end was a rogue and a trickster. The poor little cook had just loosened him from the spit and was holding him precariously on the prong of a fork, when he gave a malicious leap into the air and plunged into the very centre of the hot embers. Instantly a circle of flames rose high about him and the air was charged with the fumes of burning flesh. "Oh, oh!" shrieked Billie. "Help! Help!" They did what they could to save the remnants of Mock Duck. Ben singed his eyebrows in an effort to spear him on a fork and raise him from his fiery bed. They were all very quick but the flames were quicker, and when at last Mock Duck was lifted from the embers his form was no longer recognizable and the surface of his outer covering was burned to a cinder. The two little Gypsy cooks wept with disappointment. They had worked so hard and were so hot and tired and hungry. Their friends were consumed with pity. "There, there," cried Dr. Hume, too tender hearted to look upon tears without being moved. "Don't cry, little cooks. Look at all this nice gravy and these delicious vegetables." "Why, my dearest children, you mustn't mind," exclaimed Miss Campbell. "See what a beautiful mixture we can have. Pour the gravy right into the platter with the beans and onions. We'll eat it on bread." How callous do the most fastidious become after a few weeks in camp! "Come, come, there's no time to be lost," exclaimed the starving Percy. But the two disappointed cooks had nothing to say. They choked back their tears and fell to with an appetite on beans and onions ingloriously mixed with bread and gravy. And as a final delicacy, the campers, who had commenced with dessert and salad, finished off with two very delicious mealy potatoes apiece. "If we stayed in this wilderness long, we'd revert to savages," Miss Campbell remarked, stirring a large cup of black coffee. "But on the whole, I think I am enjoying the reversion and my appetite is getting better every day."