“Oh, say, maybe they don’t smell good!” cried Tom, as the savory odor was spread about the camp.
“They’ll taste better,” was Jack’s comment.
The evening meal was a great success and they all voted that Dick was a much better cook than he had given himself credit for.
“How are you on pies?” asked Tom, as they sat around the campfire that evening, after everything was ready for bed. “Think you can tackle them, Dick? We’ve got prepared flour, and you can use some jam, or canned apples, for filling.”
“I’ll try it,” agreed the amateur cook. “We’ll have pie to-morrow.”
They did not sleep very well that night, as the beds were rather hard, not having been properly made, and they were all rather excited over the events of the day.
Breakfast, however, with coffee, and bacon and eggs which they had brought from Wilden, put them all in good humor, and they made a merry meal.
“Now for some fishing!” exclaimed Tom, as he went down to look about his motorboat.
“And I’m going to take a gun and see if I can get anything in the line of game,” put in Jack. “It’s out of season for most things, but I may get something in the bird line.”