Shortly after, the water coming to the boil, Bridge
lowered three eggs into it, glanced at his watch, greased
one of the new cleaned stove lids with a piece of bacon
rind and laid out as many strips of bacon as the lid
would accommodate. Instantly the room was filled with
the delicious odor of frying bacon.
"M-m-m-m!" gloated The Oskaloosa Kid. "I wish I
had bo--asked for more. My! but I never smelled any-
thing so good as that in all my life. Are you going to
boil only three eggs? I could eat a dozen."
"The can'll only hold three at a time," explained
Bridge. "We'll have some more boiling while we are
eating these." He borrowed his knife from the girl, who
was slicing and buttering bread with it, and turned the
bacon swiftly and deftly with the point, then he glanced
at his watch. "The three minutes are up," he announced
and, with a couple of small, flat sticks saved for the
purpose from the kindling wood, withdrew the eggs one
at a time from the can.
"But we have no cups!" exclaimed The Oskaloosa Kid,
in sudden despair.
Bridge laughed. "Knock an end off your egg and the
shell will answer in place of a cup. Got a knife?"
The Kid didn't. Bridge eyed him quizzically.
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