"Do you fellows smell anything," asked Bart, after a long wait, and he sniffed the air strongly.
"You don't mean to say Frank's burning those cakes, do you?" inquired Ned anxiously.
"No, I don't smell him cooking them at all," answered Bart. "They ought to be pretty nearly done by this time, for it doesn't take long. Maybe he's in trouble. I'm going to take a look."
He advanced cautiously to peer into the cook tent, whence came a series of rather queer sounds. Bart took one look through the flap, and then beckoned to his chums.
"Look, but don't laugh," he cautioned them.
It was well he did, for the sight that met their eyes made them want to howl. Frank was in the midst of the tent, surrounded by several pots, pans, pails, dishes and other receptacles, filled with pancake batter. He was industriously stirring more in the bread-pan, and there was a puzzled look on his face.
"Hang it all," Frank's chums heard him mutter, "I can't seem to get this stuff right. Guess it needs more flour." He put some into the batter he was mixing, and then stirred it. "Now it's too thick," he remarked. "It needs more water." He poured the fluid in with a too lavish hand, it seemed, for he murmured: "Gee whiz! Can't I get this right? Now I've got it too thin. I'll have to empty part of it out."
He looked around for something into which to pour part of the batter, but every available dish in the tent seemed to be filled.
"No use saving it," Frank went on. "I'll just throw some of it away. I've got lots left." He emptied part of the batter into a refuse pail, and his face wore such a worried expression as he came back to his task, that Bart and his two chums could not hold back their laughter any longer. As they burst into peals of mirth, Frank glanced up, and saw them spying on him from the tent flap.
"Hu! you fellows think you're mighty smart, I guess!" he muttered.
"How are you coming on?" asked Bart "Are you stocking up for fear of a blizzard, Frank?"
Then the comical side of the situation struck the volunteer cook, and he, too, joined in the fun.
"It's funny how this thing came out," said Frank, with a dubious air. "First the batter was too thick, and then, when I put more water in, it was too thin. Then I had too much, and I had to empty some of it out. Then I did the same thing over again, and had to keep on emptying. I never could seem to get it right, and I've used up nearly a sack of flour. I put the flavoring in, too."