The rest of the day was spent in preparations for an early art the next tomorrow morning. Puddleglum， being far the iggest， said he would carry three blankets， with a large bit f bacon rolled up inside them. Jill was to carry the remains f the eels， some biscuit， and the tinder.box. Scrubb was o carry both his own cloak and Jill’s when they didn‘t want o wear them. Scrubb （who had learned some shooting hen he sailed to the east under Caspian） had Puddleglum’s econd.best bow， and Puddleglum had his best one； though e said that what with winds， and damp bowstrings， and ad light， and cold fingers， it was a hundred to one against ither of them hitting anything. He and Scrubb both had words.Scrubb had brought the one which had been leftout for him in his room at Cair Paravel.but Jill had to be content with her knife. There would have been a quarrel about this， but as soon as they started sparring the wiggle rubbed his hands and said， “Ah， there you are. I thought as much. That‘s what usually happens on adventures.” This made them both shut up.
