“Swell!” Red answered, smacking his lips. “Just lead me to it.”
“Lead you to it, like fun!” snorted Brad. “You’re gonna help stir up the biscuits, not have ’em served to you golden brown on a tin plate!”
“Me? Make biscuits? I don’t know how.”
“You can learn,” the Den Chief assured him. “Nothing to it when you use biscuit mix. You just add water and stir.”
While the other Cubs gathered wood, he showed Red how to mix the biscuits and drop them evenly on a metal sheet.
“Each Cub can cook his own bacon and eggs,” Brad said, producing a sheet of tinfoil. “Shape ’em into little pans, and fry the bacon just enough to make a little grease. Then drop in the eggs. You can use the crinkled foil for a plate too, and not have to wash a dish.”
“What a brain! What a brain!” This praise came from Midge, who above everything else hated to wash dishes.
Soon the wood had burned down to coals. As the reflector oven heated up, Mr. Hatfield tested it, and told Red he could put in the biscuits.
“It won’t be long now, boys,” he said. “While we’re waiting for the biscuits to bake, I wish a couple of you would go for some more water. Try that first house down the road.”
Rather than stand around, all the boys except Red took their canteens and trudged off. The latter remained with Mr. Hatfield to keep an eye on the biscuits.