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144 "cake" under his feet. Then he drew on the knife, and it came up between his feet with a sucking sound.

"I guess you can sell that coffee cake for rub ber," said Sam.

"Don't you want a slice, Sam?" asked Tom.

"Not today, thank you."

"I dink I drow him into der vater!" cried Hans, and picked up the glue-like mass. Then he ran down to the lake front and balanced it on one of his hands. He gave a throw, but the "cake" did not land in the water as he had intended. Instead it remained stuck to his fingers.

"Can't get rid of it so easily!" cried Dick. "Be careful, Hans, or that cake will be the death of you!"

"Du meine zeit!" groaned the German youth, and then he pulled at the mass until he had it free from his fingers. Then he gave it a kick with his foot, and it went into the lake with a splash.

And that was the first and last time Hans tried to make German coffee cake.