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I roasted it yesterday, so it needs just a good heating to-day." "Shall I take the sweet potatoes off, Maria?" "Yes, they're brown enough, and the coffee's about done, and plenty of it, too." "And it smells good, too," chorused several women. "It's just twenty-eight cent coffee; I get it in Greenwald. I guess the things can be put out now. Call the men, Susan."
There's about a million things to do before snow flies, or we won't be able to start out fresh in the spring with everything running smooth. And if I was you, Dilly, I'd go on a still hunt for another cook here at the ranch. This coffee's something fierce. I had my doubts about Sandy when we hired him. He always did look to me like he was built for herding sheep more than he was for cooking."
Now mind 2.30 sharp and when the coffee's been in ten minutes. Not before! I must have time for coffee." "Very good, Sir Roger." "Is the ladder ready?" "Yes, Sir Roger." "And the what's-its-name?" "Quite ready, Sir Roger." "Let's see it." It was inspected and pronounced satisfactory.
And then we had to bid the good priest farewell not without a reverent hush in our hearts as we pondered on the marvel of noble lives thus unselfishly devoted, and as we thought, too, of the loneliness that would once more close around him when we were gone. It was not until we had left him that I suddenly recalled King Coffee's first vision.
"Coffee's ready," he said sardonically. "Come out and join us." There was a long pause. Calhoun rapped again. "You've a seat at the captain's table," he said more sardonically still. "It's not polite to keep me waiting!" He listened, alert for a rush which would be a fanatic's desperate attempt to do murder despite premature discovery. He was prepared to shoot quite ruthlessly.
The teakittle's a-bilin', the coffee's ground, the pone's done, an' when I fry a little ham, everything will be ready." As her culinary methods and utensils differed wholly from anything Harry had ever seen, he studied them with great interest sharpened not a little by a growing appetite for breakfast.
Better hurry. Coffee's waiting. So I threw the strange man a good-bye and bolted. "That day we were going some. They were heaving eggs from the other side of the Piave and we were bringing back wounded to the dressing stations as fast as we could make it over that wrecked land; going back faster for more. When I stopped for chow at midday, I found Ted Frith near me, eating also.
Coffee's men were armed with squirrel rifles, which, of course, had no bayonets; but the men had their long hunting-knives, and with no better weapons than these they did not hesitate to make charge after charge upon the lines of gleaming bayonets. The British suffered terribly from the first, but their steadiness was never lost for a moment.
It was a rather difficult moment for Neale, because his actions regarding the two engineers now appeared to have been the result of violent temper, rather than a dignified exercise of authority. But then as he remembered Blake's offer and Coffee's threat the heat thrilled along his nerves; and that stirred him to forceful expression. "I drove them both out of this camp."
"That nigger could lie down and go to sleep, by thunder, if he knew the world was coming to an end in less than an hour. I'll have to watch here till nearly dawn and have the strongest coffee I can brew all ready for him or he'll be going to sleep on his post and letting those hounds crawl right upon us. Coffee's a good idea! I'll have some myself."
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