“Yaw, you gif me blenty uf rooms,” urged Hans. “Vy you don’d come der odder part uf der puilding indo, hey?”
“That’ll suit me. Come on.”
So out they went into the room where the boats were kept.
“You want to look out for the slip,” said Spencer. “You might fall into the water, and——”
He did not say more, for he saw Frank violently shaking his head, and tumbled to the fact that Merriwell did not want the boxers warned against the opening by which a boat could be rowed into that very room.
Ephraim seemed to feel lively and belligerent as soon as he pulled on the gloves, for he pranced around Hans, making furious feints and chuckling:
“Oh, jeewhiskers! ain’t this goin’ to be a reg’lar darn picnic! We’ll have heaps of fun thumpin’ an’ punchin’ each other, Dutchy.”
“Yaw,” grinned Hans, but with a sudden expression of dubiousness, “it peen goin’ to be so much fun as nefer vas. Vot you pet on der game? Vot you pet you don’d lick me? I know I can let you done dot, und I pet von tollars on him. Uf you got der nerfe, you pet me dot.”
“Don’t talk about betting, but come an’ see me!” cried Ephraim, still prancing about and flourishing his arms.
“Oh, you peen in a pig hurry, don’d id,” cried Hans. “Vale, look avay oudt!”