“March through him!”
“The man is too thick.”
“What is the coil?” inquired a mumbling voice from the interior; apprentice with his mouth full.
“We want to get into your shop?”
“What for, in Heaven's name??!!!”
“Shoon, lazy bones!”
The ire of the apprentice began to rise at such an explanation. “And could ye find no hour out of all the twelve to come pestering us for shoon, but the one little, little hour my master takes his nap, and I sit down to my dinner, when all the rest of the world is full long ago?”
Denys heard, but could not follow the sense. “Waste no more time talking their German gibberish,” said he; “take out thy knife and tickle his fat ribs.”
“That I will not,” said Gerard.
“Then here goes; I'll prong him with this.”