“Don’ you alls done go fer ter call me no black feller,” he shouted.
“You no call idt to me Dutchman, I no call idt to you black fellers, aber no mans call me Dutchman.”
“Wait a minute! Wait a minute! What’s all this about?” demanded Jack. “How are we to understand anything with all this jabber? You there, Mister——”
“Dill is mein name, sir,” said the young German with a dignity which assorted oddly with his weird appearance.
“Well, Mr. Dill, you appear to be in a pickle,” said Jack with a grin he could not repress. “Will you explain to me what was the cause of all this?”
“Ah-ah-ah,” began Jupe again, but Jack shook his head at him and the voluble young Dill told the story of the causes leading to the combat.
“Well, you both appear to have been well punished,” said Jack when he concluded, “and now perhaps you will tell me what you wanted to see us about.”
“Vot I vanted to see you abodt ain’d it?” asked the German boy.
“Yes.”