only aroused when Andy drew up in front of a restaurant and asked him if he did not feel like having some dinner.
"You can just bet I do!" exclaimed Matt. "The fire and the drive have made me as hungry as a bear."
The restaurant was not a very large place, and but few customers were present. They ordered what they wished, and it was soon brought to them.
"I didn't want to go to one of those high-toned places where they charge big prices," observed Andy, as he began to fall to. "We can't afford to cut a spread until we see how our venture is going to pan out."
"You are right there," returned Matt. "As it is, I think our supply of cash is getting mighty low."
"I notice the knives and forks are rather rusty here," went on Andy. "I wonder if I can't sell the proprietor some table cutlery? We have some on board that is both cheap and good."
"I'd try it by all means," cried Matt heartily.
So when the meal was concluded Andrew Dilks walked up to the proprietor, who was also cashier, and paid their bill. Then he asked the man if he did not think some new knives and forks would be appreciated by his customers.
