"Vos dot so!" retorted Hans. "Don'd you pelieve me! Vos id my blace to fight mit a blebe?"
"Of course it is yer place, ye ignoramus."
"Vell, I didn't know dot. Maype I fight him some dime pime-py right avay soon alretty yet."
"Oh, no ye won't."
"Von't I?"
"No, ye won't dare, ye Dutch coward. Av ye had a bit av spunk in yer body, ye'd challenge him to wance."
"Vell, you pet me my boots I don'd vos a coward," declared Hans, emphatically. "I'll vight dot feller!"
"Thot's th' shtuff, me b'y!" cried the delighted Barney. "Let me take th' challenge."
"Nod py a plamed sight! I don'd vant a pog-drotter to done some uf dot peesness for me, ain'd id? Uf I shoose mein second, I dakes Vrankie Merrivell alretty!"
For all that he had serious work on hand, Frank was ready for a frolic, and he instantly said: