“Same here,” answered Spouter. “I do hope Jeff has dinner ready.”
“Some fried fish and fried potatoes won’t go half bad,” put in Jack.
“I told him to have it ready at six o’clock, and it’s now half past,” came from Gif. “I hope he hasn’t burnt any of the stuff waiting for us.”
The lads were soon in sight of the bungalow. As they came closer a smell of cooking mingled with a smell of something burning greeted their nostrils.
“He’s got supper ready, all right enough,” announced Gif.
“But what’s that burning?” cried Jack.
“Must be something on the stove,” returned Spouter. “Maybe he spilled something.”
“We’ll soon see,” cried Gif, and as soon as the boat reached the little dock he leaped ashore, followed by the others.
As they hurried to the bungalow they found black smoke pouring from the open doorway. Rushing inside, they saw that smoke was coming from the kitchen.