Then, sobbing violently, he again staggered toward the cabin and once more fell down the companion way.
Laughing heartily, Frank followed him, and found Hans lying where he had fallen below.
"Are you hurt?" asked Merry, anxiously.
"Yaw!" sobbed Hans.
"Bad?"
"Yaw!"
"Where?"
"All ofer."
"Can't you get up?"
"I don't vant to got ub. I vant to die! Id vos my heart dot vos hurt. Oh, shust to vancy dot my vace looks like an Irishmans! Mein Gott! id vos awful!"