"All right."
In a few minutes the process of mixing was pronounced complete, the batter was poured in, the skillet set upon a bed of glowing coals, and its lid covered with another supply of them. But after the table was all arranged, and the boys had time to look about and think, it seemed as if they were going to have a very poor party after all. "Nothing but that cake! And it is not a large cake either."
"Why couldn't we make molasses candy?" suggested John.
The boys gave three cheers for John. "You are the fellow, John, to think of things."
So the kettle of boiling water was emptied back into the pitcher, and the molasses poured into the kettle and set over the roaring fire.
"How long is it going to take that cake to bake, Bob? I am as hungry as a bear," said Fred.
Bob cleared the coals off the skillet lid and peeped in. "It has puffed up beautifully, boys. I guess it is about done."
"Dish up, then. We are all ready."
The cake was turned out into a large plate in the centre of the table, and the boys seated themselves to enjoy their well-earned feast.
"What kind of a cake do you call it, Bob? It looks more like a plum-pudding than anything else. It rounds up so, and is stuck all over with raisins."