“Ach, let ze devil take ze man zat is afraid!” he exclaimed at last. “Bonker, it vill be soch fun!”
“Watching you complete two conquests?”
“Be not impatient, good Bonker!”
“My dear fellow, if you could find me one girl—even one would content me—who would condescend to turn her eyes from the dazzling spectacle of Baron Tulliwuddle, and cast them for so much as half an hour a day upon his obscure companion, I might see some fun in it too.”
The Baron, with an air of patronizing kindness that made his fellow-adventurer's lot none the easier to bear, answered reassuringly—
“Bot I shall leave all ze preparations to be made by you; you vill not have time zen to feel lonely.”
“Thank you, Baron; you have the knack of conferring the most princely favors.”
“Ach, I am used to do so,” said the Baron simply, and then burst out eagerly, “Some feat you must design for me at ze sports so zat I can show zem my strength, eh?”
“With the caber, for instance?”
The Baron had seen the caber tossed, and he shook his head.