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", did you think to bring any spoons, Tom?"

"What about the condensed milk?"

"And say, Tom, this isn't a good brand of coffee!"

"What made you get all canned corn? Why didn't you include some beans, Tom?"

"Say, if I've got to eat coffee with my fingers I'm going to quit right now!"

"Look here, Tom! Didn't I say I wanted a soft cot? You've given me one as hard as a board. I won't stand for it!"

You can easily imagine the scene. The boys had arrived in camp, and were just unpacking. The tents—sleeping and dining—had been erected after much labor, and with the aid of Senor Mendez, who courteously offered his services.

"And for the love of the seven wonders of the world, Tom, what made you buy this brand of canned chicken?" demanded Sid, who was opening a case.