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At this Hans grew suspicious, and at length a sickly grin overspread his features. "I know you, Tom Rofer," he said. "Dot vos von of dem fish stories, ain't it alretty?" "No, it's a jibberjacker story, Hans." "It vos a jibjacker fish story den annahow. You can't fool me some more. I vos too schmart for dot alretty. Ven I go py der academy I git mine ear teeths cut, hey?"
"You're a corker, Hans!" cried Tom in his natural voice. "You ought to join the buck-and-wing dancers in a minstrel company." "Vot vot ?" began the German boy in bewilderment. "Ain't you no Indian?" "To be sure I am; I'm Big Wolf, the Head Dancing Master of the Tuscaroras, Hans, dear boy. Don't you think I'm a stunner." "You vos Tom Rofer, made up," growled Hans in sudden and deep disgust.
"Let us go ashore without delay!" said Songbird, who was sorry he had not accompanied the Rover boys. "That's what I say!" added Fred. "We can take plenty of lights." "I vos not von pit sleepy," declared Hans. "I go kvick, of you said so, Mr. Rofer." "If yo' go, don't forgit Aleck!" pleaded the colored man. "You shall go, Aleck," answered Mr.
"Larry Colby!" cried Dick, leaping up and grasping the tall boy's hand. "I'm awfully glad to meet you. Returning to the Hall, of course?" "Yes," was the answer from the Rover boys' old chum. "Isn't it odd that I should be thinking of you just as we meet?" and he shook hands. "Hullo, if it ton't peen dem Rofer brudders alretty," cried the round-faced lad, with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Indians?" repeated Hans Mueller. "Vere is da?" "They say a band of them are in the woods around here," answered Tom. "If you go out you want to be careful or they may scalp you." "Cracious, Rofer, ton't say dot!" cried Mueller in alarm. "Vot is dem Indians doing here annavay?" "They came in East to hunt up some buffalo that got away.
"If he's burning up we had better call out the fire department." This remark made Hans grow suddenly suspicious. He caught up Tom's cup of coffee and tasted it. "I know you, Tom Rofer," he said. "Dot vos more dricks of yours, ain't it?" He held the cup of coffee on high. "How you like dot, hey!" And splash! down came the coffee on Tom's head, and trickled down his back.
"Chust you wait, Tom Rofer," answered the German cadet, and shook his fist at his tormentor. "I git square somedimes, or mine name ain't " "Sauerkraut!" finished another cadet, and a roar went up. "Hans, is it true that you eat sauerkraut three times a day when you are at home?" "No, I ton't eat him more as dree dimes a veek," answered Hans, innocently.
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