“Come here. I want you to untie these straps.”
“Hein?” cried Jan, in astonishment.
“I want you to let me go.”
“Geh zum tuyfel! Ven I lets you co, I vas a very pig vool. Yon t’ink you coom rount here unt haf eferyt’ing your own vay? I dells you goot ash you can nix do nottings like dat. Ven Penn coomes pack, mebbe ve t’row you in der vasser.”
“Oh, but this is more than a joke, Jan. Untie me. This has gone far enough. I did not intend to use the knife.”
“No more den I intent to use mine vist. Unt I did intent to use him goot. How your ear veel pout dis dime of ter day, Shule?”
“Will you, or will you not, release me from these bonds?”
“I vill not, unless you bromise to peg der bardon auver der young lady.”
“I’ll never do that.”
“All right. Den shtay vere you pe until Penn coomes pack.”