"Perhaps you can have your face changed, so do not take it so much to heart."
"Now you peen shoking."
"No; in New York there is a man who advertises to make over faces—to change them completely. It is possible that he might be able to remove the Irish look from your face."
Hans sat up.
"Py Chorch!" he cried. "Uf dot peen a vact, I vos goin' to had a new vace shust as soon as you can! Id peen der only thing vot vill kept me a brison oudt uf. I shall murder der next man dot caldt me Irish!"
"Well, you can have your face built over when you get back to New York, so don't take it so much to heart."
Hans got up after a while and dragged himself to a seat, while Frank replaced the gun in the strap from which the Dutch lad had taken it.
Browning came loafing down into the cabin, followed by Hodge.
"What do you make of that queer little man, Merriwell?" asked Bruce, flinging himself down lazily.