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Hans' teeth were plainly heard to rattle together like dice. "One!" counted Barney. "Uf he don'd run avay, I vas reaty to hear him abologize," murmured the Dutch lad. "Say!" Ephraim hoarsely whispered to Sammy. "Git a rope an' tie me, quick! Hang me ef I don't believe my legs is goin' to run the best I kin do." "Two!" counted Barney. "Shimminy Gristmas! vere vas someding I can hide pehind?"
Sparkfair seemed to be in good trim, for he whipped over a couple of benders which fooled Barney, who missed them both. "Vait till der pat gets holdt uf me," muttered Dunnerwurst. "Der ball nefer coot hit dot Irishman." Barney struck out. "Don'd some more fun make uf me," advised Hans. There was a hush as Frank Merriwell picked up a bat and stepped into the box.
In past days Gallup had batted well, but to-day Merriwell's wisdom in placing him far down on the batting order became apparent as the Vermonter continued to strike out. In the sixth inning Ephraim had a chance to drive in a run, for, with two men gone, the Merries pushed a runner round to third. Again Ephraim struck out. "You vos a peach uf a hitter I don'd pelief!" sneered Dunnerwurst.
Then get the sailing boat under way, and Van Ryn will point out to you the spot on Apes' Island from which he and Svorenssen took her " "Nod me, misder; don'd you think id!" suddenly stormed the Dutchman. "You're nod my schibber now, and I don'd dake orders from you or anybody else. Ve're all equal now." "Are we?" said I, slipping my hand into my jacket pocket.
I'm a rich man, I tell ye!" "Vell," remarked Vanderzee with stolid calm. "If you puy a monkey in some oder blaces, don'd pring him here to me. You vant me droubles to haff der bolice mit, hey? A few trinks you get, der sun your het in, und dronk der Cuartel in und my license I loose maype."
"I wonder," remarked Jarrow, scratching his head. "Sure ye didn't lift that ten-peso bill from Prayerful Jones? I'll be bugs myself if I listen to you." "Hood'll listen," said Dinshaw, crisply, and made a new effort to reach the door. "Vhy don'd you to der Pay Few go?" suggested Vanderzee. Jarrow looked at himself.
"By the way, Hans," said Frank, "do you know that the fellow who used to have this room committed suicide here?" "Shimminy Gristmas!" gurgled the Dutch boy. "You don'd say dot!" "Yes, I do, and the room is said to be haunted by his spook, which cannot rest in its grave." "Vell, dot vos nice! Oxcuse me while I haf a chill!"
Then the carpetbag came down, struck Hans on the head and knocked him to a sitting position on the grass. "Sarves ye roight for torturin' our ears wid thot croupy flute, ye bologna sausage!" laughed Mulloy. "Pologna sissage! Pologna sissage!" howled Hans. "You vos chust as sauciness as I efer vos! Vy don'd I learnt some manners dot vould make a chentleman uf you!"
"'All right, Ruby, said I. He was such a good, jolly old fellow, and while he was a man in years he was a boy in actions, and Ruby was the only name by which I ever called him. Nothing else would fit. 'All right, Ruby, said I, 'I believe I just know the boy for Leah. "'Veil, you know vat I will do. I don'd care eef he iss a poor boy; dot is all ride.
"You need some one to interpret your conversation, my Irish friend." "Irish? Irish?" yelled Hans, in exasperation. "Don'd you callt mineselluf Irish! Parney Mulloy vos der only Irishman der party into, und he vos der greenest pogtrotter dot efer come der Emerald Isle oudt uf." "G'wan, yer Dutch chaze!" said Barney. "Go talk to yersilf. Nobody understands yez at all, at all."
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