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Updated: September 11, 2025
Maddened with pain he exhibits symptoms of a most violent passion and becomes very aggressive. But the cunning maid appeals to the protecting presence of Fritz, the waiter, with other calls for beer, whispering in the ear of her love-lorn swain: "Nine, mine lieber Herr von Beerstein, ven you has married me once alretty, nicht wahr? Ach vas, den shall you kiss me yet some more, yaw!"
"I said dot I vould be as goot a sby as vot Tim Murphies vould be, see? und I vill stand me by dot statements, alretty." "Wull, Oi have not said thot Oi would make a good spy, Dootchy," said Tim, "so you wouldn't have to be much in thot line to aquil me. But whin it comes to foightin', now, it's mesilf belaves Oi have yez bate, Fritz, me bye."
Dot is vot ve vill not do!" laughed Mr. Switzer, with conviction. "See, I haf alretty t'ought of dot, und I haf provided. Here are pretzels!" and he produced a large bag of them from his grip. "Ve vill not starf!" "Ha! Pretzels!" scoffed Mr. Sneed. "I never eat them!" "Maybe you vill before you starf!" chuckled Mr. Switzer, as he replaced them. "I like dem much!"
They had something like half a million in a corral, and about two thousand got away from them." This preposterous announcement was taken by Hans Mueller in all seriousness, and he asked Tom all sorts of ridiculous questions about the savage red men, whom he supposed as wild and wily as those of generations ago. "No, I ton't vonts to meet any of dem," he said at last. "Da vos von pad lot alretty!"
"Dot's vot's der madder mit me," sighed Hans Dunnerwust, in disappointment. "It vos peen so long alretty yet since I haf seen a scrap dot I don'd know vot it vos." "G'wan wid yez, Dutch!" cried Barney, who was in ill-humor on account of the failure as he supposed of Bascomb to challenge Merriwell. "Thot Yankee from Vermont called yez a balloony sausage t'-day, an' ye nivver did a thing.
Some of the signs were unchanged, and he sent Lucius in to ask the proprietor of the "Hoosac Market" to step out; and when he appeared, a plump man with close-clipped gray hair and smoothly shaven face, he shouted, "'Tis old Otto just the man I nade. Howdy, Otto Siegel?" Siegel shaded his eyes and looked up at Haney. "You haff the edventege off me alretty."
Seeing the creatures, Hans uttered a howl of agony louder than any that had yet issued from his throat. "Cendibedes!" he wailed. "I vos a tead boy! I vos peen bit in more as nine huntred und sefenteen blaces alretty yet! Vere vos dot toctor?" "They're centipades sure!" groaned Barney. "An Oi didn't belave there wur such craythers! Ouch! ouch! How they boight! Take 'em off!"
"I yonder if you could reach dot door ofer dere so soon alretty as I gan?" queried Herr Schimmelpodt. "Will you run me a race?" grinned the clerk. "Vell, you start, und ve see apout it." Tantalizingly, the clerk started. Then he glanced back over his shoulder. There was a great noise on the floor of the gym. Herr Sclhimmelpodt had started.
Just before the train started Herr Schimmelpodt waddled out to the rear platform of the car. In his right hand he brandished a massive cane to which the Gridley High School colors were secured. "Now, listen," he bellowed out. "Ve come back our scalps not wigs! You hear dot, alretty?"
"That fellow yonder is cleaning up a rifle." "Looks like it voss business alretty," remarked Geisler. "Himmel, I vould gif vun dollar und ninety-eight cents, alretty, to see a troop of regulars coming up der railroad tracks."
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