“Dot vos a plamed easy thing vor you to said!” snorted Hans, in disgust; “but I pet you nefer dried a log to ride der whole uf my life in.”
However, he kept still till the boys reached him, and then he let go of the log and grabbed at the boat, coming very near tipping the trio into the river.
“Keep still!” ordered Frank, sternly. “If you don’t, you will drown us all! Wait till we can take you in over the stern.”
“Dot vos all righd!” muttered the Dutch boy, weakly. “I peen aple to done dot a liddle vile ago, und now I velt like I haf vet dis vater all over me enough alretty.”
After much trouble, Merriwell succeeded in getting the dripping Dutch boy into the boat.
“There,” said Hodge, “I don’t believe you will try to play river driver again.”
“Uf I do, you vos a pigger vool than I think!” was the emphatic retort.