"Great!" cried Greg. "We haven't had any fish, either, since we returned from our trip to the second lake."
"How do you cook bull-heads?" Dave wondered aloud.
"With the aid of fire," Hazy informed him with an air of superior knowledge.
"But I mean—-I mean———" uttered Darry disgustedly, "how do you prepare bull-heads for cooking?"
"First of all, you clean 'em, as in the case of any other fish," proclaimed Tom Reade. "I defy any fellow to dispute me on that point."
"And then you wet the bull-head and roll him in corn meal, next dropping him into the pan and frying him to a fine brown," Dick supplemented.
"But we haven't any corn meal," objected Hazy.
"Yes, we have," Prescott corrected. "I saw to that last night. You fellows jump in and clean these fish, fast, while I get out the corn meal and put a pan on the fire."
These boys knew much more about cooking than falls to most boys in their teens. Frequent camping since their good old days in Central Grammar School had made them able to cook like veteran woodsmen.
Within two minutes, fat was sputtering in a hot pan, and Dick was shaking corn meal onto a plate.