The Graf's eyes fell on the sergeant, who was busy taking fuel cans from the trunk.

"The fuel cans were full and handy," Jake went on.

All the extra fuel cans must have gone up as one!

So I rode out back with the fuel cans.

Doc shrugged off his backpack of supplies and started ferrying over fuel cans two at a time.

And the fuel cans kept a series of clear spots free from any leafy entanglements.

He jogged back to the store, in under 15 minutes returning more slowly with two heavy fuel cans.

Several fuel cans stood inside the fence lined in a tidy row.

Three of the fuel cans were already full.

The doors were open, the spare fuel cans were gone, no one was in sight.