“Did you?” laughed Dan.
“Short off! Say, Bob, lend me your knife a minute, will you?”
A howl of laughter arose, and Tom’s flushed face appeared at the companion way.
“Well, I’ve got to get the lid off somehow, haven’t I?” he asked with a grin.
“Not necessarily with my new knife,” answered Bob.
“I’ll tell you a way you can do it,” said Dan soberly, and Tom, looking suspicious, asked how.
“Why, you set the can on the stove and get it good and hot all through, and just as soon as it begins to boil hard the lid comes off.”
“Huh! And everything else, I guess,” said Tom.
“And we spend the rest of the cruise picking Boston baked beans off the cabin walls,” supplemented Nelson. “No explosions for me, if you please. I don’t see why we should bother ourselves about the can, anyhow; it’s the cook’s funeral.”
“Well, it’s your luncheon,” Tom replied.