“Well, we’ll find a good place for them,” replied the Seminole, intent on his cooking. “Confound them! These aviators of Martinengo’s live like kings. A house to themselves, all kinds of good things to eat, and we poor devils pigging it a stone’s throw away!—Better break open some more of those cans. I see tomatoes, corn, asparagus and cherries on that shelf. Let’s sample them all. I haven’t had a decent meal, let alone half enough to eat for weeks. How about it? Have you got an appetite?”