“Now,” he said, addressing Barney and Hans, “you must come in and see our rooms.”
They entered the hotel and ascended in the elevator to the floor on which the boys had their rooms.
A few minutes later Barney and Hans were thoroughly at home.
CHAPTER II—BARNEY’S STORY
“Well, Oi nivver saw th’ loikes av this!” exclaimed Barney, in amazement. “It’s loike bein’ back at Fardale ag’in.”
“You pet my poots!” grinned the Dutch boy. “Id makes me think der time uf dot Hodge vos hazed der oldt poathouse in. You tidn’t like dot so much as you might, eh, Partly?”
“I can’t say that I ever took to hazing much,” confessed Hodge, who looked moody and worried.
“Yaw, dot vos der trute. Dot vos der nighd ven I sing dot peautiful hymn caldt ‘Bull For der Shore.’ I remember me dot song. Id vent someding dis a vay:
“Bull vor der shore, sailor, bull vor der shore,
Ged indo dot lifepoat, undt ged der roof off,
Shbit on your handts, sailor, undt let her rip,
Uf you dond’d prace up, you ged left alretty yet.”
Dunnerwust roared forth the song as loudly as he could, and Frank hastened to stop him, laughing as he said: