“A cut-up! Ha-ha! You was worse like a t’ousand cut-ups, Dom Rover!” laughed the delicatessen dealer. “Ven dose poys cut up, it ain’t to be wondered at, because dey vas slices from der old stump.”
“Wow-wow!” exploded Randy. “Slices of the old stump! Did you get that, Andy?”
“I sure did!” was the ready reply. “It knocks ‘chips of the old block’ silly, doesn’t it?” and then all the boys began to laugh.
The boys were so interested talking to Uncle Hans that almost before they knew it the train rolled into the big Union Station in Chicago and they had to alight. Hans Mueller rushed off to engage a couple of taxicabs, and in a few minutes more they were on their way to his bachelor quarters which were on a pleasant side street and not so very far distant.
“I like to live close py mine main stores,” explained Hans Mueller. “Den if anyt’ing goes wrong, I can pe right on de spot quick.”
Even though he was in the heart of Chicago, his quarters were exceedingly comfortable, and the boys speedily made themselves at home. Then Tom Rover went off to interview the two men who were interested in the Rolling Thunder mine.
“I got to go to pusiness now,” said Hans Mueller. “What would you poys like to do?”
“I think we’ll just take a look around,” said Jack. “We won’t bother you any more for the present.”
“Vell, you be here in time for supper at six o’clock,” said the delicatessen dealer, and so it was arranged. Then the boys sallied forth to look around the big city of the lakes.