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Rasco had discovered the German boomer sweeping up a side trail. Humpendinck had made out Rasco but a second before and now shouted for the man of the plains to halt. "What is it, Dutchy?" called out Rasco, when they were within speaking distance. "Vot ist it? Donner und blitzen, Rasco, it vos der vorst news vot efer you heard!" burst from Carl Humpendinck's lips.
His friend was almost immediately opposite the two looking in each other's face, and exchanging words in low tones. All at once the German became sensible of something cool just behind his neck. "Vot ain't dot?" he said, putting up his hand as though to brush away some insect. Striking nothing, he turned to look.
"Vot a pace! and vot a country!" cries the grocer, standing high in his stirrups, and bending over the neck of his chestnut as though he were meditating a plunge over his head; "how they stick to him! vot a pack! by Jove they are at fault again. Yooi, Pilgrim! Yooi, Warbler, ma load! Tom, try down the hedge-row." "Hold your jaw, Mr. J ," cries Tom, "you are always throwing that red rag of yours.
"Dot ish vot they does him for," assented Otto. Jack was strongly of the belief that other Shawanoes were near. It was unreasonable to suppose that a single warrior would have crossed the Mississippi alone, when a dozen of them had proven unable to bring the boys to terms.
For all the "gigots" that ever appear at my host's entertainment, one might really think that the muttons of Africa were a peculiar species, a species without legs: crawling, maybe, on their bellies, like Nebuchadnezzar. "Je m'en f de vot' bon-homme," said one of these gentlemen to me, referring to Baedeker, with whose sacred pages I had threatened him.
That's gay for a man at your time of life." "Yes, I certainlie have been among the ladies, countesses I may say but, dash my vig, they are a rum set, and made me pay for their acquaintance. The Countess Benwolio certainlie is a bad 'un." "Oh, the deuce! did that old devil catch you?" inquired Nimrod. "Vot, do you know her?" "Know her! ay everybody here knows her with her black boy.
"Our servants' All was in a rage Scrip, stock, curves, gradients, bull and bear, Vith butler, coachman, groom and page, Vas all the talk in Buckley Square. But O! imagine vot I felt Last Vensday veek as ever were; I gits a letter, which I spelt 'Miss M. A. Hoggins, Buckley Square.
I know der honor of your presence; I know der bride's parents, but I don't know R. S. V. P." All that day Elsie wandered through the house muttering to herself, "R. S. V. P.! Vot is it? Is it some secret between der bride und groom? R. S. V. P.! It ain'd my initials, because dey begin mit E, S. Vot is dot R. S. V. P.? Vot is it? Vot is it?"
"The Laconia," Ballyn answered. "Vot?" "The Laconia, Cunard Line," responded the steward. "Vot did she weigh?" was the next question from the submarine. "Eighteen thousand tons." "Any passengers?" "Seventy-three," replied Ballyn, "men, women, and children, some of them in this boat. She had over two hundred in the crew." "Did she carry cargo?" "Yes." "Well, you'll be all right.
"Supposin' ve git far avay und der vint sthops plowing, vot den?" "Then we'll set you on the rear seat to blow the sail yourself," replied Frank. "This wind is good for all day, and I know it," he added emphatically. "Let us follow the shore for the present," said Tom. "Perhaps the Pornell students are skating below here and we can show them what we are up to."
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