"Don'd you pelieve me! Vos id my blace to fight mit a blebe ?" "Of course it is yer place, ye ignoramus." "Vell, I didn't know dot.

Maype I fight him some dime pime-py right avay soon alretty yet." "Oh, no ye won't." "Von't I ?" "No, ye won't dare, ye Dutch coward.

Av ye had a bit av spunk in yer body, ye'd challenge him to wance." "Vell, you pet me my boots I don'd vos a coward," declared Hans, emphatically.

"I'll vight dot feller!" "Thot's th' shtuff, me b'y!" cried the delighted Barney.

"Let me take th' challenge." "Nod py a plamed sight! I don'd vant a pog-drotter to done some uf dot peesness for me, ain'd id?
Uf I shoose mein second, I dakes Vrankie Merrivell alretty!" For all that he had serious work on hand, Frank was ready for a frolic, and he instantly said: "I will carry your challenge, Hans.