"Ketch that Dutchman!" roared Silas. And they "ketched" him.
"What's the Dutchman done?" said one of the men, throwing himself lazily on the feather-bed, while his companion held Carl for his pursuer.
"I don't know," said Carl, opening his eyes with placid wonder. "I tought he vas vanting to run a race mit me."
"A race, you fool!" said Silas, seizing and shaking him. "Didn't you hear me tell ye to stop?"
"Did you say shtop?" asked Carl, with a broad smile. "It ish wery queer! Ven it sounded so much as if you said shtep! so I shtepped just as fast as I could."
"What was you thar at the winder fur?"
"Vot vinder?" said Carl.
"Of the Academy," said Silas.
"O! to pe sure! I vas there," said Carl. "Pecause I left my books in there last week, and I vas going to get 'em. But I saw somebody in the house, and I vas afraid."
"Wasn't it the schoolmaster?"