“You interfering puppy!” he grated. “I said I’d do it, and now I will!”
He came at Frank with a rush.
A very tall, lank youth and a short, fat lad, who were approaching, uttered simultaneous exclamations:
“Gosh all hemlock!”
“Shimminy Gristmas!”
“It’s a fight, Hans!” cried Ephraim Gallup.
“Yaw,” said Hans, breathlessly, “id peen a vight!”
“Frank Merriwell is in it!”
“Yaw, he peen in id, und der odder veller peliefs he vos, too, but he vill seen his misdake britty soon alretty.”
“Yeou bet! Whoop! Looker that!”