"Put some more water with it," suggested Billy at a venture.
Tony looked at him with such a glare of contempt that the amateur baker wilted.
"I usa de water!" he exclaimed. "Plent water! No maka de stick."
"It looks all right," remarked Frank, as he picked up some of the substance on the kneading board and let it dribble through his fingers, "but as Tony says, it's like so much sand."
"And it tastes queer," said Billy, putting a bit of it on his tongue.
"Looks as though some of the food profiteers were trying to put something over on us," observed Tom.
Just then one of the commissary men came along, evidently looking for something.
"There's a bag of trench foot powder missing," he said. "Have any of you chaps seen anything of it?"
"Not guilty," returned Bart. "Though the way my feet feel it wouldn't do them a bit of harm to have some of that powder on them right now."
A sudden light dawned upon Frank.