CHAPTER XVI
FRANK MAKES PANCAKES
"Fellows, he's fallen in a quicksand!" yelled Bart. "Come on, help himout!"
"Look out we don't get in it ourselves," cautioned Frank, but it wasfrom no desire to shirk any danger in rescuing his chum that he was thusthoughtful. Rather he wanted to be on the safe side. "Go ahead, Bart andNed. I'll get some tree branches, in case you can't reach him," headded.
Ned and Bart started on a run toward their unfortunate chum. Poor Fennwas engulfed almost to his shoulders, and was struggling ineffectuallyto get out.
"Don't worry, we'll save you!" called Bart encouragingly. "Hold on,Stumpy."
"That's the trouble--there's nothing to hold on to," panted Fenn.
"Is the water hot?" asked Ned.
"No, only warm; but I'm in as much mud as I am water. Give me a hand,and pull me out."
Bart and Ned advanced to do so, but, to their dismay they found thatthey were themselves sinking in. As they had approached on this side ofthe boiling spring on a previous occasion, much closer to the water thanthey now were, it was evident that there had been a shifting of theearth underneath the surface.
"We can't come any closer, Stumpy," announced Bart. "We'll sink inourselves." He was about to go back.
"Don't--don't leave me!" begged the unfortunate lad, making anotherattempt to lift himself out of the slough. "Don't go back on me, Bart!"
"We won't. We were only trying to think of a way to get you out,"answered Bart, as he held Ned back from going too close.
"Here, this will do it," cried Frank, running up at that moment with along, tree branch. "Take hold of this, Stumpy, and we'll haul you out."
Standing where the ground was firm, Frank thrust forward the branch,Bart and Ned assisting their chum. Fenn grasped desperately at the otherend, and his three companions braced themselves.
There was a straining, a long, steady pull and Fenn slowly began toemerge from the hole. Once he was started it was an easy matter to pullhim out completely, and in a few seconds he was out of danger, andstanding beside his chums on solid earth. But such a sight!
He was covered with mud almost from his head to his feet. It drippedfrom his clothes, and his hands were thick with it, while some had evensplashed on his face. He had not been rescued more than a minute beforethere came a rumbling sound, and a spray of mud and water shot up intothe air. The volcano was in eruption, and Fenn had been saved in thenick of time, for the place where he had been sucked down was right onthe edge of the disturbance.
"How did it happen?" asked Frank.
"It was so quick I can't tell," answered the muddy lad. "All I know isthat I went down and seemed to keep on going."
"Better come over to where the water flows out of the spring, and washoff," suggested Ned, and Fenn agreed with him. The water with which heremoved the worst of the mud from his clothes was unpleasant smelling,impregnated as it was with salt and sulphur, but there was no help forit. As the three labored to get Fenn into some sort of presentableshape, numerous turtles crawled around them, evidently disturbed by theunaccustomed visits.
"Well, I'll do, I guess," remarked Fenn, at length, trying to catch aglimpse of himself in the little stream of water. "Wow, but that'sdirty mud, though!"
"Next time don't go so near," cautioned Bart.
"You should have told me that first," answered Fenn, with a grim smile.
With a final look at the place of the mud volcano the boys turned backtoward camp. They had not learned much, save that the mysterious visitorhad come in the direction of the boiling spring--why, they could notfathom. Fenn spoke of getting some of the less common turtles to add tohis collection, but his chums persuaded him to wait until they wereready to go home.
Fenn's first work, when he reached the tent, was to change his clothes,and then, making a good fire in the wood stove he took a bath, withwater melted from snow. He felt better after this, and was about toproceed with the getting ready of supper, for they had taken their lunchwith them on their tramp to the spring, and had made coffee on the way.
"Fenn, you sit down and rest, and I'll get the meal," suggested Frank,good-naturedly. "I think I'll give you fellows a treat."
"What'll it be?" asked Ned.
"How would pancakes go?" inquired Frank with a triumphant air.
"Can you make 'em?" asked Bart, doubtfully.
"Sure. I did it at home once; for dad and me. We have some preparedflour here, and the directions are on the package. You fellows gooutside, and when the cakes are ready I'll call you in to supper."
"That suits me," observed Bart, and the others assented joyfully.Leaving Frank in the cook-tent, they busied themselves about variousthings, awaiting the call for supper, and with no great amount ofpatience, for they were hungry.
"Do you fellows smell anything," asked Bart, after a long wait, and hesniffed the air strongly.
"You don't mean to say Frank's burning those cakes, do you?" inquiredNed anxiously.
"No, I don't smell him cooking them at all," answered Bart. "They oughtto be pretty nearly done by this time, for it doesn't take long. Maybehe's in trouble. I'm going to take a look."
He advanced cautiously to peer into the cook tent, whence came a seriesof rather queer sounds. Bart took one look through the flap, and thenbeckoned 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 tohowl. 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 apuzzled look on his face.
"Hang it all," Frank's chums heard him mutter, "I can't seem to get thisstuff right. Guess it needs more flour." He put some into the batter hewas mixing, and then stirred it. "Now it's too thick," he remarked. "Itneeds more water." He poured the fluid in with a too lavish hand, itseemed, for he murmured: "Gee whiz! Can't I get this right? Now I've gotit 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 anylonger. As they burst into peals of mirth, Frank glanced up, and sawthem 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 ablizzard, Frank?"
Then the comical side of the situation struck the volunteer cook, andhe, 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, itwas 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. Inever could seem to get it right, and I've used up nearly a sack offlour. I put the flavoring in, too."
"Flavoring? What flavoring?" asked Fenn quickly.
"Cocoanut, I guess it was. I found it in a cocoanut box, anyhow."
"I never heard of cocoanut flavoring in pancakes," said Fenn dubiously,"but maybe it's all right. But I'll show you how to mix 'em, Frank.We'll just put two or three dishes of this batter together in the pan,add a little more flour, and some salt, and it'll be ready to bake,"and, as he talked Fenn soon beat up the batter to the right consistency,for he had a knack of cooking. Then a frying pan was put on the stove,for they had brought along no regular griddle, it was greased, andFrank, who insisted on doing the rest, was allowed to pour out thebatter, and do the turning. This part he managed fairly well, and soonhe had a big plate full of nicely-browned cakes.
"Seems to me they smell sort of funny," remarked Ned, as he sat down tothe table, and helped
himself liberally.
"Oh, that's only your imagination," declared Frank. "They're all right.Eat hearty, fellows, there's lots of 'em." There was--enough for asquad.
Fenn poured out a liberal amount of maple syrup on his pile of cakes. Heput a generous piece of the top brown one in his mouth. The next minutehe uttered a yell, and made rush for the outside of the tent.
"Wow! Oh!" he cried on his way.
"Why, what's the matter?" asked Frank, as Fenn hastily drank severalglasses of water on his return.
"What did you say you flavored those cakes with?" demanded the stoutyouth, while Bart and Ned paused, with their forks half raised to theirmouths.
"Cocoanut," answered Frank.
"Soap powder, you mean!" exclaimed Fenn, as he made a dash for the boxthat served as a cupboard, and took out a pasteboard package that hadcontained cocoanut. "I put soap powder in this to have handy when Iwashed the dishes," explained the fleshy youth, "and you flavored thecakes with it, Frank. Wow! Wow!"
"Oh punk!" groaned Bart, as he pushed his plate away from him, "and Iwas counting on griddle cakes!"
Frank cautiously smelled of the pile of cakes on his plate.
"Guess you're right," he admitted dubiously. "I'm sorry fellows, but mypancakes are a failure."