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Hop Loo, Charley Sing, | } | the two eccentric laundrymen of Ash Fork. |
[CHAPTER I.]
A DUTCHMAN IN TROUBLE.
Whiz, bang!
"Dutchee boy no good! Have gotee mon, no makee pay. Whoosh! Allee same cheap skate!"
Whiz, bang, clatter, bang!
"Vat's der madder mit you, hey? You vas grazier as I can't tell! Py shiminy grickets, oof you hit me mit a flad-iron I vill mad be as some hornets. Shtop a leedle, und I vill——"
There followed a wild yell, a pandemonium as though Bedlam had been turned loose, and then a heavy fall and sudden quiet.
Motor Matt, just turning into the yard of a small adobe house, heard the tremendous uproar and came to a startled halt.