“That pig-headed Dutchman with the comedy clothes,” was what he heard.
“Py chiminy, dot means me!” exclaimed young Dill, “der vind vos in somedings. Dere vos a voodpile in der nigger in dot next room. I dink I listen me a leedle closer, ain’d idt?”
[CHAPTER XIV.]
HEINY OVERHEARS THE PLOT.
Now, as my readers have no doubt seen by this time, Heiny Pumpernick Dill was no fool. In fact, despite his eccentric outside, the German youth possessed a keen, smart mind, which acted well in almost any emergency.
Giving a final flourish and grimace at himself in token of admiration of his new necktie, young Dill crept silently across the room and laid his ear against the partition. In this position he could hear every word that was being said in the next room.
“So you know that the Dutchman was at High Towers this morning?” said one of the voices, that of Miles Sharkey, although, of course, young Dill could not recognize it.
But he recognized the voice that replied without hesitation:
“Yes, I made it my business to find out about the sauerkraut-eating Heiny,” was the rejoinder.