“Diamond caught it, too,” said Browning.
There was a faint smile on his face, which Hans did not let pass unnoticed.
“Dot vos de drouble mit me! You didn’t nopoby gatch id! Uf you hat gatched it, id vouldn’t haf putted me down so like a bile-drifer! Yaw! You vos a smart fellers, ain’d id! You vos a plooming idiot, und dot’s vot’s der madder mit me!”
“Better hunt up the goat and shake hands with it, and tell it you didn’t mean it!” suggested Browning, who couldn’t keep back a smile and some pleasantry when he saw that Hans was really not hurt in the least.
Hans turned away in disgust and sought his stool.
“You don’t know a shoke ven id seen you!” he declared. “Uf you vos murtered pefore my eyes, you voult laugh!”
He turned the stool over and jammed it down on the deck, causing a shower of glass to fall.
Although thoroughly disgusted and angry, Diamond decided not to make himself ridiculous by showing it.
An officer came forward to look at the broken mirror, and a man appeared with a broom to sweep up the glass and throw it overboard.