"Good for you, John," said Potter.
"Good fur us all," replied Alf, "fur I gwine ter put dat feesh on ter cook ez soon ez I ken make er fire an' git him ready."
"It is a pity we forgot to bring a frying pan," Potter remarked.
"Doan need one, sah."
"How are you going to cook him, then?"
"You jest wait," said Alf, as he begun preparations for building a fire.
When he had made the fire, he killed the fish and dressed it.
"Are you not going to skin it?" Potter asked.
"You jest wait erwhile, now. Neber seeb sech eatin' in yo' life ez we'se gwine ter hab."
He dug some clay from a bank, poured water upon it, and begun to knead it. Then he took a piece of paper, wrapped the fish in it, and then put on a thick coating of clay.