“Hermann Sweinskopf!”
“He’s peen here.”
“Jacob Schnittger!”
“Bresend early.”
“Emil Muller!”
There was no response, and all the rest turned and looked at the leader in surprise.
“Emil Muller!” he repeated, and then, suddenly recollecting something, went on: “Oh, oxguse me! I vass here. Heinrich von Strauss! Heinrich von Strauss! Vere iss Heiny von Strauss?”
“He vass py his bedt sick,” said Louie Knobloch.
“Vat’s der madder mit der bedt?” demanded Emil Muller. “For vhy iss id sick?”
“Nein, nein, keppelmeister,” said Louie Knobloch. “Id iss Heiny vat iss sick. He iss sick by der inside off der bedt.”