"My makee mistake, velly bad mistake," moaned Ping. "No makee ally mo'."
"You have been telling yarns about Carl, too," went on Matt. "You told Boss Burton that you had found Carl going through your clothes and taking——"
"Py shiminy Grismus!" whooped Carl. "Take your handts avay, McGlory, und led me ged at dot yellow feller. Schust vonce, only vonce! He has peen telling aroundt dot I vas a ropper! Ach, du lieber! I vas so madt I feel like I bust oop."
"Hold your bronks, Carl," growled McGlory. "You're not going to get away."
"Allee same, Motol Matt, my speakee like that," acknowledged Ping. "Dutchy boy say China boy no good. My no likee."
"You told things that were not true," proceeded Matt, "and they helped to get Carl into trouble."
"My savvy."
"Are you sorry you did it?"
"Heap solly, you bettee."
"Py shinks," fussed Carl, "I'll make him sorrier as dot, vone oof dose days."