If the Indians don't catch me at this business,said Willock,looking at the stove,I'll get you too!He believed it could be lowered between the stone lips of his cave-mouth,for it was the smallest stove he had ever seen,surely less than two feet in width.I'll get you in,said the plunderer decidedly,or something will be broke!
For the present,however,he took objects more appropriate to summer:the mattress upon which he had passed the afternoon,a bucket in which he packed boxes of matches,a quantity of candles,soap,and the like.This bucket he put in the middle of the mattress and flanked it with towels and pillows,between which were inserted plates,cups and saucers.I'll just take 'em all,he muttered,groping for more dishes,I might have company!
The mattress once doubled over its ill-assorted contents,he was obliged to rope both ends before he could carry it in safety.This load,heavier than the last,he succeeded in getting to the crevice,and as he poised it over the brink a few yards from where the tarpaulin lay,he apostrophized it with--Break if you want to;pieces is good enough for your Uncle Brick!