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"I got a pair of slippers for dot," answered Hans. "How many dress suits you vos dake along, hey?" "Oh, about seven," answered Tom, carelessly. "You ton't tole me dot, Tom! Maybe I haf to puy some more, hey?" "Well, I shouldn't not just yet," answered Dick. "Wait till the new fall styles come out.
And he danced up to Hans, flourishing a big tin knife as he did so. The masquerade was a perfect one, and he looked like an Indian who had just stepped forth from some Wild West show. "Ach du!" screamed Hans, as he stopped short and grew white. "It's dem Indians come to take mine hair! Oh, please, Mister Indian, ton't vos touch me!" "Dutcha boy heap nice hair," continued Tom, drawing nearer.
Dey said I'd god doo hang again vanst more if I ever grossed de Ohio Ribber vunst again already, but I ton't vants doo hang no more vor noddin already." "But I'll take care of that," said Andrew. "Before to-morrow night I'll make your house the safest place in Clark township. I've got the rascals by the throat now. Trust me."
"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.
There was the postmaster's boy, bearing a letter with several curious stamps on it. Hanz was overjoyed. He shook the boy's hand, and then scanned over the letter. "God pless mine poor poy, Titus!" he exclaimed. "He wrotes dat ledder. Yes, he does; mine poor poy Titus does;" and he struck his hands on his knees, and laughed with joy. "He ton't forgets his old fadder.
"So it is a school to learn how to shoot and scalp." "Schalp! Vot's dot?" "Cut an Indian's top-knot off with a knife, this way," and Tom made an imaginary slash at Hans' golden locks. "Ton't do dot!" stammered the German boy, falling back. "No, I ton't vant to learn to schalp, noputty." "But you are willing to fight the Indians, are you not?" put in Sam. "We are all going to do that, you know."
"I ton't remember him." "Why, it's a compote, with frizzled gizzardinus and pollylolly. It's delicious, served with cream and salt but you want lots of salt, Hans, lots of salt." "Maybe I try him, I ton't know," answered the German youth, gravely. And then even Tom had to turn away, to keep from roaring in Hans' face.
"Ton't believe it. Vere ist der poy now?" "He jumped up there and got through that hole," replied Richard, pointing to the place. The German uttered an exclamation. "Dat's nonsense!" "It's true. He stole two dollars and some letters, and I chased him in here." The man eyed Richard suspiciously. "Maype dot vas only a make-believe sthory; I don't know," he declared. "Come, ve go upstairs und see."
"Vy didn't you tole me dot pefore, hey? I guess I don't schwim no more." And he started to climb up a rope ladder leading to the deck of the houseboat. "Don't go, Hans!" sang out Songbird. "They are fooling you." "Dere ton't been no sharks in der river?" "No, nothing but sawfish and whales." "A vale! Dot's chust so bad like a shark." "No, not at all. A shark bites.
"Vot for you looks for a needle py a haystack?" questioned Hans, innocently. "Needles ton't vos goot for noddings in hay. A hoss vot schwallows a needle vould die kvick, I tole you dot!" And his innocence brought forth a short laugh. "I move we make a swift run down the river for a distance of twenty or thirty miles," came from Tom.
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