“Don’d you fool yourself mit any such idea as dot,” retorted Dinkelspeil. “I don’d peen half so fat as vhen I landed py Ellis Island in New York, I ped you.”
“You must have been as round as a billiard ball then,” laughed Charlie.
“Get ouid mit your shokes. Dere’s some more off mine fat gone already yet,” as he mopped his round countenance again.
It was nearly dark when they reached the head of the creek.
Meyer at once flopped down on the ground and began to fan himself with his soft hat.
After a short rest all hands got busy carrying the tents ashore and putting them up.
Then the next thing in order was to rig up their culinary department, so supper could be got under way.
Meyer volunteered to act as cook.
His services were accepted, as Charlie vouched for his possessing some ability in that line.
“Yust vait a liddle vhiles,” he said to Prawle. “I vill make you lick your shops over vot I puts pefore you, I ped you.”