“I pelief id vill roast me pefore you eat id,” he murmured.
Then he found a stick and split it so it would hold one of the slices. A few seconds later, the Dutch boy was calmly toasting it over the coals.
“I pet nopody don’d ged ahead uf me britty soon alretty,” he chuckled. “I vill half a lunch pefore der rest.”
Just then Fred Forest came up and saw what Hans was doing.
“Here! Stop that!” he shouted. “What are you doing?”
“Shust vanning oop a liddle lunch vor myseluf,” calmly answered the Dutch boy, giving the slice a turn.
“Great Scott!” cried the young lumberman. “You can’t eat that.”
“Vot vos der madder mit dot?”
“It’s dynamite!”