“I don’t know how we can reward you for this service,” Jack said to young Dill as they made their way back to the Electric Monarch.
“Dere is an easy vay to do dot,” said the young German, with the air of one who already has his mind made up.
“Well, what is it?”
“Make me der mashed shot of der Elegdrig Monarch.”
“The what?” Jack regarded the lad with a puzzled look. Young Dill had certainly done them a splendid service and Jack, as they all did, wished to reward him for it in some substantial way.
“Der mashed shot—der goot luck—der——”
“Oh, the mascot!” cried Jack.
“Dot’s idt. I make idt a fine mashed shot. I am strong. I am villing. I am an inventor, at large (undt schmall) und——”
“But just what are the duties of a mascot? If I make you one I’d like to be sure you understand them,” said Jack with a wink at his companions.