“To say nothing of the biscuits,” Bob grinned.
“They’re always the best ever. Melt in your mouth,” Jack assured him. “I think this is my sixth.”
“Well, we won’t starve so long as you can catch fish and I can bake biscuits.”
“I’ll say we won’t.”
“I do hope that nothing will happen to disturb the rest of the vacation,” Bob said as they were washing the dishes.
“Had enough excitement, eh?”
“Enough for one summer.”
“It sure was pretty strenuous catching those liquor smugglers.”
“You said it. I saw by the paper the other day that they got five years at hard labor.”
“And that’s none too much according to my way of thinking.”