“All very well, but who will fill our bills for us?” said Glenarvan.
“I will,” said the Major.
All eyes turned toward him immediately, and there he sat in a natural arm-chair, formed of two elastic boughs, holding out his alforjas damp, but still intact.
“Oh, McNabbs, that’s just like you,” exclaimed Glenarvan, “you think of everything even under circumstances which would drive all out of your head.”
“Since it was settled we were not going to be drowned, I had no intention of starving of hunger.”
“I should have thought of it, too,” said Paganel, “but I am so distrait.”
“And what is in the alforjas?” asked Tom Austin.
“Food enough to last seven men for two days,” replied McNabbs.
“And I hope the inundation will have gone down in twenty-four hours,” said Glenarvan.
“Or that we shall
