"Shown me to him!" yelled Hans, almost frothing at the mouth. "Vere vos der man vot caldt you an Irish
mans? He vill shoot me in a minute uf I see heem! Vere he vos?"
Then as he saw the dory pulling away, he rushed to the side of the yacht and prepared to shoot, but Frank seized him and took the gun away in a twinkling, saying, sternly:
"Are you crazy, Hans? Do you want to be hanged for murder? I never saw you this way before."
"Dot man caldt me an Irishmans!"
"Well?"
"He caldt me Batsey?"
"A very natural mistake, considering that you have a face that is strongly Irish in its general appearance and you have associated with Barney Mulloy so much that you have acquired his brogue."
Hans gasped and staggered.
"Vot do you hear?" he faintly said. "Uf dot peen a fact, I vos retty to shuffle off der mortal pucket und kick der coil! I don'd vant to lif no longer ven I got to lookin' an Irishman like und dalkin' so I mistook volks for von! My heart vos proken!"