The Dutch boy shook his head. “I couldt not so do. It vould not be safety.”
“Oh, come on,” entreated Sile. “Jest give us a peek.”
“Maype vot I haf got vould out come.”
“It must be something mighty dangerous, considering the way you’ve got it sus-strapped up,” said Springer.
Piper rose to his feet. “I scent a mystery,” he declared in a low, sibilant tone, his eyes fixed on the pail as if they would bore it through.
Crane stepped forward, whereupon, with evident great excitement, Duckelstein hastened to intercept him.
“Don’t let it touch you!” cried Carl. “Maype it vill bite you.”
“Get aout!” retorted Sile. “There can’t be nothing in that pail big enough to hurt if it did bite.”
“I varn you to avay keep.”
“Then yeou’ve got to tell us what it is. If yeou don’t tell, I’ll open the thing anyhaow.”