“If you see one I advise you to run,” put in Sam, who was enjoying the fun.
“Run? You bet my life I run!” cried Hans.
“The best way to get away is to run into the water,” went on Tom. “They hate the water. Just run into the lake and duck down and keep hidden for five or ten minutes and the Pluibuscus will walk away in disgust.”
“How vos I going to keep mine head under der vater fife oder den minutes?” questioned Hans, in perplexity.
“Oh, take a deep breath,” suggested Fred.
“I can’t do him so long as dot.”
“Poke a hole in the water to breathe through,” suggested Dick.
“Say, I guess you vos making fun!” cried Hans, suspiciously. “Maybe dare ain’t no Pluicusisduster at all. Dot’s—vot you call him?—Yah! He is a fish story!”
“Tom, you’re discovered!” screamed Sam, and then there was a roar of laughter. Hans looked a bit sheepish, but took the fun in good part.
“Put I get square, see of I ton’t!” he said, shaking his finger at Tom.