“Oh! Ouch! Help! De debbil am got hold ob me by de neck!” roared out Jupe.
“Leggo mein hairs, py chiminy!” screeched the German boy. “Himmel! Donner! Blitzen!”
Over and over they rolled, with the crabs holding fast with a tenacious grip. Their struggles quickly brought them to the bank of the lake. What with anger, and what with pain, they were past noticing anything and just as Jack and Tom, who had been attracted by the uproar, came running down the gravel walk to ascertain its cause, a loud splash and a despairing yell announced the fact that the two doughty heroes had plunged into an element calculated to cool their wrath.
[CHAPTER XI.]
THE CONVERTIBLE SAUSAGE MACHINE.
Jack and Tom arrived at the brink of the lake just as the two combatants, sputtering and splashing like a pair of grampuses, arose to the surface.
“It’s Jupe!” cried Jack, “but how in the name of time?”
“But who is the other fellow?” shouted Tom.