THE GREAT PANCAKE RECORD 43
chance. Remember, Kid, old sport, it’s for the

Dickinson.”
Smeed heard in ecstasy; it was just the way Tur-

key talked to the eleven on the eve of a match. He
nodded his head with a grim little shake and smiled
nervously at the thirty-odd Dickinsonians who
formed around him a pit of expectant and hungry
boyhood from the floor to the ceiling.

“All ready!” sang out Turkey, from the door-
way.

“ Six pancakes! ”

“ Six it is,” replied Hickey, chalking up a monster
6 on the slate that swung from the rafters. The
pancakes placed before the ravenous Smeed vanished
like snow-flakes on a July lawn.

A cheer went up, mingled with cries of caution.

“ Not so fast.”

“ Take your time.”
“ Don’t let them be too hot.”

“ Not too hot, Hickey!”
Macnooder was instructed to watch carefully over
the temperature as well as the dimensions.
“ Ready again,” came the cry.
“ Ready—how many? ”

“ Six more.”