"Whoop!" bellowed Barney.
"I peen kilt alretty yet!" shrieked the Dutch boy. "I peen bit all ofer py does cendibedes!"
"Begorra! there's a bushel av th' craythers hangin' to me!" shouted the Irish lad. "Oi'm a dead b'y intoirely!"
"Hel-lup! hel-lup!" howled Hans, dismally.
Out into the center of the room danced the two boys, fighting, clawing, striking at various parts of their bodies, where the crawfish persistently clung. They collided, and both sat down heavily on the floor.
"It's kilt we are!" moaned Barney.
"Dot peen near knockin' mine prains oud alretty yet!" declared Hans.
"Loight th' lamp!!
"Hel-lup! hel-lup! hel-lup!"
In some way they scrambled to their feet, and both lunged for the door, which they beat upon with their fists, as if they would tear it down.