scrap. Then Fred tried his hand one morning at flapjacks and these they also ate with a relish.
"I dink I makes you some Cherman coffee cake alretty," said Hans, on the day following, and in the afternoon he set to work. Soon he had several kettles, pans and pails filled with flour and water and other things. His hands were full of a pasty mess, and he had some of the stuff on his nose.
"How are you getting on?" asked Dick, when he saw the German youth stop and stare around in perplexity.
"I dink I need anudder dish," said Hans, slowly.
"Great Scott, Hans! You now have about all in the camp."
"Is dot so! Veil, I must but dis stuff someveres, ain't it?" And Hans proceeded to dump the mass in one bowl with that in another. The other lads watched him work with keen interest.
"Want more sugar, Hans?" asked Sam.
"How about salt?" questioned Fred.
"Maybe you want a little more flour?" came from Dick.
"Want to flavor it with peppermint?" asked Tom. "I saw a lot of the stuff growing back of the spring."
"You chust leave me alone!" cried Hans.
