The youth who had stopped the donkey succeeded in getting hold of the legs of the unlucky fellow in the barrel, and dragged him out, after upsetting the barrel.
By this time everybody on the street was roaring with laughter, and the donkey joined in with a ridiculous “hee-haw.”
“There, my friend,” said the rescuer, as he released the lad he had extracted from the barrel, “you are all right now.”
The Dutch boy sat up beside his friend who had started to pull him out, and a most wretched spectacle he presented.
“Oxcuse me!” he exclaimed, clawing dirt out of his eyes. “I don’t like dot kindt uf peesness!”
“Waal, what in thutteration did yeou want to kick the head offen me for when I tried to pull yeou aout?” snapped the other lad, glaring at him. “Yeou made me see mor’n four bushels of stars, an’ there’s many’s four hundrud an’ seventeen chime bells a ding-dongin’ in my head naow.”
“Who id vos kicked my headt off you?” spluttered the Dutch boy. “You nefer touched me. Vot der madder vos, anyhow?”
The youth who had extracted the Dutch lad from the barrel laughingly said:
“I see you fellows are up to your old tricks. You are quarreling, as usual.”
“Hey?” cried the tall lad.