Case went into the cabin and turned on the lights. The first thing he saw was a great heap of what seemed to be snow banked high against the table where the electric stove stood. But it was not banked up so securely that it was not pushing out over the floor.
Then he saw that the pan of dough had “risen,” and that it was dripping down over the stove, over the table, and over the floor. It seemed to the amazed and disgusted boy that there was a barrel of it on the table and another barrel on the floor. It looked as if a spring of dough had bubbled up out of the pan and started to make a dough pond of the cabin.
Clay and Alex heard him trying to gather the dough off the table, and stepped into the cabin. They took one look and fell down on the floor, screaming with laughter. Case turned angrily away.
“You seem to think it funny!” he said.
“Funniest thing I ever saw!” roared Alex. “What are you going to do with all that stuff? You’ve got enough there to feed a bread line. Oh, my! Oh, my!” and he rocked back and forth and shouted.
“I’m going to get this pile on the floor out into the river,” Case answered, beginning to see the humor of the situation. “That in the pan is clean and all right, and will make splendid bread.”
He took a broom and began pushing the mess on the floor toward the door, but it was too sticky. After the second muscular exertion in that direction he stopped and leaned heavily on the broom.
The white heap was lifting straight up in the air.
“Glory be!” shouted Alex. “If it isn’t rising yet. Lookout, or it will push the roof off the cabin! Look at it! Look at it rise!”
The dough continued to move. It shunted this way and that, then actually sprang toward the boy, who leaped back in amazement.