o such a grand cuisinier as
the noble ex-midshipman? no, not if I know myself."

"Thanks, Herr Lieutenant," said Eric, with a deferential bow; "I will
summon your lordship when the dinner is ready."

With this parting shot, the lad went off laughing towards the hut.
Fritz proceeded down to the shore; and, in order that he might keep his
promise to Eric of not disturbing him, he determined to devote his time
to watching the penguins, so as to get up an appetite for the
forthcoming banquet--although the hard work he had just gone through
rendered any stimulus to eating hardly necessary. Indeed, Fritz would
have been well enough satisfied to have sat down and demolished a fair
quantity of the despised cold pork and biscuits long before Eric
summoned him up to the hut, which he did presently, with a hail as loud
as if he were calling "all hands" at sea, in a heavy squall.

"Ahoy, Herr Lieutenant!" shouted out the lad in his funny way. "Your
gracious majesty is served!"--screeching out the words so distinctly
that, though he was on the opposite side of the valley, the portentous
announcement sounded to Fritz as if it had been bellowed in his ears.

"I'm coming," he answered; and, with no lagging footsteps, he quickly
hastened towards the left cliff, where in front of the hut he could see
Master Eric had made the most elaborate preparations in his power for
the promised feast. The lad had even gone so far as to spread the piece
of tarpaulin which the skipper had given them, on the ground in lieu of
a tablecloth!

Everything looked charming.

Eric had arranged some plates and a couple of dishes round the tarpaulin
with great artistic effect, and a carving knife and fork before the
place where he motioned Fritz to seat himself. The lad's own position,
as host, was in front of a large mess tin which was covered with a
cloth. A most agreeable odour filled the air, albeit the faint smell as
of burnt meat somewhat struck Fritz as Eric proceeded to take off the
covering cloth with a flourish.

"Well, Monsieur Cuisinier, what is the bill of fare?" asked the elder
brother with a gratified smile, the unaccustomed smell of a hot dinner
almost making his mouth water before he knew what he was going to have.

"Roast beef to begin with," announced Master Eric pompously.

"Himmel!" exclaimed Fritz, "roast beef! How have you managed to provide
that?" His heart sank within him as he asked the almost unnecessary
question; for,