“It don’t look none too good,” ventured Dave, doubtfully.
“It’s all right,” insisted the elder boy, “only a bit underdone in spot.”
Dave took a slice and toyed with it.
“It don’t taste like it was properly mixed up,” he said.
“Oh, it’s all right,” replied Tom. “It’s real good, I reckon, for the first try. Shake the dry flour out, an’ cut the sticky part off and scrape the black off the crust.”
“But it’s all dry flour an’ sticky part an’ crust,” argued Dave.
“Oh, dammit, then, throw it away!” exclaimed Tom, who had gotten a piece in his hollow tooth. “You’re too soft for this piratin’ game, an’ the way you whine an’ go on puts me off me feed, too.”
“Well, I’m dashed hungry,” persisted Dave.
“So’m I,” replied Tom. “We’ll take the boat an’ go acrost to the mainland.”