"Magnificent!" said all the boys, their mouths watering at this unexpected addition to the feast.
"Dash them in, John. Now where is the spoon to stir with?"
"A spoon! I did not think of that," said Tom. "You ought to have given me a list of all the things you would want, Bob."
"Well, we have got to have something to stir it with. A stick would be better than nothing." And he began to look among the logs.
"How would the handle of my tooth-brush do?" asked Tom, resolved to go to every length which hospitality demanded of him.
"Why don't you try your jackknife?" suggested Dick.
"Well, here goes," said Bob, and he began stirring vigorously; but it was stiff work, and made little impression.
"There is something wrong," said Bob, standing back to view his work, and think. "What else was I to put in? Oh! the water, of course."
Half a kettleful was put in, and the stirring now went on swimmingly, and Bob's mind became sufficiently free from present anxiety to strike forward into the future far enough to wonder what the cake was to be baked in. He asked Tom.
"A skillet," returned Tom, waving that article over his head triumphantly.