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"Hans is going to treat us all to Limberger cheese when his birthday comes," put in Fred Garrison. "It's a secret though, so don't tell anybody." "I ton't vos eat Limberger," came from Hans. "Oh, Hansy!" groaned several in chorus. "Base villain, thou hast deceived us!" quoted Songbird Powell. "Away to the dungeon with him!"
It was a happy gathering, and Hans Mueller kept the young folks convulsed by his odd speeches. "And you ton't vos put no salt py mine coffee in dis dime, Tom," said Hans, referring to a trick which had once been played on him. "All right, Hansy," answered Tom. "And please don't you pour any coffee down my back," he added, for he had not forgotten how he had been paid back for that joke.
"I haf got some musics py mine drunk in too," said Hans. "What have you got, Hansy?" asked Sam "a tin whistle?" "No, a music pox vot mine fadder brought from Chermany. He vos a fine pox, too, I can told you." "That's splendid, Hans," said Dora. "I love a good music box." So the talk ran on until there was a knock at the door and Aleck appeared.
"This is what I call living!" yelled Tom and diving under, he caught Hans by the big toe. "Hi, hi! let go mine does!" shrieked the German lad. "Somedings has me py der does cotched!" "Maybe it's a shark," suggested Fred. "A shark! Vos der sharks py der Ohio River?" "Tons of them," came from Sam. "Look out, Hansy, or they'll swallow you." "Du meine Zeit!" gasped the German cadet.
"I ton't vos going to get seasick," protested the German youth. "Think of Hansy getting seasick!" cried Fred. "That's the best yet!" And he laughed heartily. "Shall I hold your head for you?" he asked, with a grin. "I guess it vos der fireworks yesterday done him," said Hans weakly, and staggered off to the cabin. "That's kind of rough to twit him, Fred," remarked Dick.
"Dear old Hansy! That Dutch boy is my heart's own!" cried Tom, enthusiastically. "I could not live without him. He must go along." "Go along where?" "On our outing this summer?" "But where do you propose to go to, Tom?" "For a trip on the broad and glorious Ohio River." "Eh?" "That's it, Dick. We are to sail the briny deep of that river in a houseboat. Now, what do you think of that?"
"How vos I going to keep mine eyes oben of I go to sleep, tell me dot"? "You'll have to figure that out yourself, Hansy, old boy;" and here the talk had to come to an end. By the middle of the afternoon they came in sight of Bass Lake, a beautiful sheet of water about two miles and a half long by nearly half a mile wide.
Several went after him, and he was caught in the middle of an adjoining cornfield, where a rough-and-tumble scuffle ensued, with poor Hans at the bottom of the heap. "Hi, git off, kvick!" he gasped. "Dis ton't been no footsball game nohow! Git off, somebody, und dake dot knee mine mouth out of!" "Are you warm, now, Hansy!" asked Tom.
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