"Got your head proke, off you come mit your foolishness around me!" Fritz cried. "I'll let you oop, dough, ash I must go!"
He saw a half a dozen of the village roughs coming toward the spot, and knew he was ill-prepared to battle with all of them. So with a few dextrous bounds he leaped away out of the yard, and ran swiftly down to the beach.
Finding that they did not follow him, he soon after made his way up the street again, to the tavern, and went to the room which had been assigned him.
"I'll pet der vil pe some droubles before I got t'rough mit dis pizness," he muttered, "but I vas der man who vil come oud der winner."
He was soon off in a sound sleep, from which he, hours later, awakened, with a violent start.
The scene was changed.
He was not in the tavern, on the bed, but instead, was bound hand and foot, and lying in the bottom of a boat!
CHAPTER VIII.
ADRIFT.