"Vot vos dot?" roared Hans, also sitting up, and glaring at the Vermonter. "You don'd peen pig enough to bound der sduffin oudt uf nottings!"
"Wal, dern my skin ef I don't show you! Ef I'm mortally shot, it'll be some satisfaction to die thumpin' you, by gum!"
"Keeb avay off!" squawked Hans, as Ephraim began to crawl toward him. "Keeb avay off, ur I vos goin' to bulverize you britty queek right avay soon!"
"You pulverize, an' be hanged! All I want is to git holt of ye."
Hans began to scramble out of the way.
"Holt on! holt on!" he cried. "Dot don'd peen no fair to sdrike a man mit haluf uf his heat plown off!"
"Your head's all right, only one side of it is plastered over with some yaller stuff. You shot me in the neck, and I'm all kivered with blood, but I kin do ye, jest ther same!"
"Dot vos der gweerest colored plood vot I nefer saw! You don'd peen shot ad all."
"Then, by gum! I'm goin' ter lick ye anyhaow!" and Ephraim scrambled to his feet.
"Vell, you don'd done dot till you catch me, py Shimminy!"