"Whut you want of it?"
"Nefer you mindt dot. Shust gif me to id."
The country boy produced the handkerchief, and Hans quickly folded it in a thick strip about three inches wide.
"Now I feex id britty shlick so you don'd see us laugh oudt loudt," he said, as he quickly tied the handkerchief over the boy's eyes, while several of the others made Ephraim submit and stand with his little fingers still glued to the seams of his trousers.
In a few seconds the boy from Vermont was securely blindfolded.
"Now you sing dot song," commanded Hans.
"Whut shell I sing?"
"'Yankee Doodle,' begobs!" cried Barney. "It's patriotic songs Ould Gunn admoires."
"I can't git the tune," said Ephraim, "an' I don't know the words of only jest one varse."
"Well, sing pwhat yez know, an' kape repeating it over an' over till yez are told to stop."