“Are they trained beans?” asked Bee suspiciously.
“No, just baked. Have some?”
“About seven, thanks. I’m not as hungry as I was. I’ll bet I’ve eaten twelve dozen of those bivalves. A clam is a bivalve, isn’t it?”
“Always, unless it has three shells.”
“What is it then?” asked Hal, reaching for the teapot.
“A curiosity. Who’s seen the canned cow?”
By bedtime a little breeze had sprung up from the east and the temperature made a sudden drop. The boys were glad to get into the shelter of the tent. Hal had been very quiet for some time and was the first under the blankets. It was perhaps an hour later when Jack was awakened by hearing his name called.
“Hello!” he cried. “What is it?”
“It’s me,” answered Hal’s voice from the darkness. “I’m dying! I knew he’d poisoned them!”