“Uf der vinners don’d peen mit him they vill peen der wrong side on,” asserted Hans.
“Come in here,” he said, “and I will introduce you to a particular friend.”
He led them into the small fruit and cigar store in front of which he had been standing when the donkey ran away from Hans.
CHAPTER III.
LUCKY LITTLE NELL.
“Hello, Jack!”
Frank saluted the keeper of the store, who proved to be a bright-faced, lame boy.
“Jack,” said Merry, “did you ever hear me speak of Ephraim Gallup?”
“Of course I have!” exclaimed the boy.
“And Hans Dunnerwurst?”