“S’pose you ran up against a bad man with a gun, what would you do?” asked Jack, with a wink at Prawle.
“Vot vould I done? I toldt you petter after I found me one off dose kind of snoozers.”
“I’m thinking if you acted as sassy as you do to us he’d fill you full of lead.”
“Is dot so-o-. He vould I don’d dink.”
“Well,” laughed Prawle, “I guess I’ll take you in with us—that is, if you’ll agree to go out to the mine and make yourself useful.”
“I done dot purty quick, I ped you,” said Meyer, eagerly. “I’m dot sick of dese places dot I shump der ranch so soon as now off you spoke der vord.”
“Why, I thought you wanted to become a doctor, Meyer?” grinned Jack.
“Vell, you know vot thought done, ain’d it?”
“My father wouldn’t want to lose so valuable an assistant as you, Meyer,” said Charlie.
“Off I vos you I vould forget id,” retorted the German boy, a bit crustily, for he could see that the doctor’s son was chaffing him.