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Tartlet then opened his eyes, passed his left hand over his brow, lifted his right hand and assured himself that his precious kit and bow, which he tightly held, had not abandoned him. "Tartlet! My dear Tartlet!" shouted Godfrey, lightly raising his head. The head with his mass of tumbled hair gave an affirmative nod. "It is I! I! Godfrey!" "Godfrey?" asked the professor.
He thought of making good use of the guns, powder, and bullets in his arsenal, but he in the first place wished to complete his preparations. His tools enabled him to make several benches inside and outside Will Tree. The stools were cut out roughly with the axe, the table made a little less roughly became more worthy of the dishes and dinner things with which Professor Tartlet adorned it.
And thus was Professor Tartlet selected as the travelling-companion of Godfrey Morgan. A nod from the merchant gave him to understand that the audience had terminated. He retired, considerably agitated, and the performance of the special graces which he usually displayed in this difficult act left a good deal to be desired.
It was in this way that Godfrey and Tartlet employed it during the morning. "We could eat a fowl or two!" exclaimed Tartlet, whose jaws moved in anticipation. "Not to mention an agouti ham, a leg of mutton, a quarter of goat, some of the game on the prairie, without counting two or three freshwater fish and a sea fish or so."
In desperation he then, by means of his knife and flint, strove to secure the ignition of a sort of sponge which grew under the rocks. He fared no better. The particle of steel, lighted by the impact of the silex, fell on to the substance, but went out immediately. Godfrey and Tartlet were in despair. To do without fire was impossible.
"To vary our ordinary," he said, "here are some shell-fish and half a dozen eggs." "And nothing to cook them with!" "Nothing!" said Godfrey. "But if the food itself was missing, what would you say then, Tartlet?" "I should say that nothing was not enough," said Tartlet drily. Nevertheless, they had to be content with this repast.
The question of food, above all that of fire, which was connected with it, occupied the first place; then there were tools or arms to make, clothes to procure, unless they were anxious of soon appearing attired in Polynesian costume. Tartlet still slumbered. You could not see him in the shadow, but you could hear him.
Godfrey immediately recognized where he was, but Tartlet had to rub his eyes and stretch his arms for some time before he did so. "Is breakfast this morning to resemble dinner yesterday?" was his first observation. "I am afraid so," answered Godfrey. "But I hope we shall dine better this evening." The professor could not restrain a significant grimace.
The baker's wife was a friendly woman who liked the two boy lodgers who were so quiet and gave no trouble. More than once she had given them a hot roll or so or a freshly baked little tartlet with fruit in the center. When Marco came in this evening, she greeted him with a nod and handed him a small parcel as he passed through. "This was left for you this afternoon," she said.
We have coffee brought to us in our rooms about eight o'clock, and the family assemble at breakfast in the dining-room about ten: this breakfast has consisted of mackerel stewed in oil; cutlets; eggs, boiled and poached, au jus; peas stewed; lettuce stewed, and rolled up like sausages; radishes; salad; stewed prunes; preserved gooseberries; chocolate biscuits; apricot biscuits that is to say, a kind of flat tartlet, sweetmeat between paste; finishing with coffee.
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