“Waal, we’re travelin’ araound with the greatest show on earth.”
“Barnum’s?”
“Not by a long shot! Barnum’s ain’t in it. Haley’s ‘All-Star Combination an’ Mammoth Uncle Tom’s Cabin Company’ knocks ’em all aout.”
“Dot’s vot der madder vos,” agreed Hans. “Dot gompany has dwo ‘Topsys,’ dwo ‘Marks,’ dwo ‘Gumption Cutes’——”
“An’ two jackasses,” grinned the Yankee youth. “One of them leads the other every day in the street parade.”
“Hey?” exclaimed the Dutch youth. “You don’d mean——Say, you vill lick me a minute in uf I say dot again!”
He squared off in a fighting attitude, seeming ready to go at Ephraim.
“There, there!” laughed Frank. “Up to your old tricks, I see. Why, I believe you two fought a duel once at Fardale.”
“We did, b’jee!” nodded Ephraim.
“Mit eggs,” spoke Hans.