Part 7 (1/2)
”No, no; I vos dance so hard as I can!” panted Hans, and renewed his exertions until Toh as had not been heard around the Hall for many a day It is needless to add that the other boys joined in, still, however, keeping out of sight
”You're a corker, Hans!” cried To dancers in a an the German boy in bewilder Wolf, the Head Dancing Master of the Tuscaroras, Hans, dear boy Don't you think I'rowled Hans in sudden and deep disgust ”Vot for you vos blay me such a drick as dis, hey?”
”Just to wake you up, Hans”
”I ton't vos been asleep, notnew into your head”
”Mine head vos all right, Tom”
”To be sure it is”
”Den vot you say you vos put sos new py him, hey?”
”I mean to make you sharper-put you on your mettle”
”I ton't understand,” stammered the German youth hopelessly
”That's so, and you won't in a thousand years, Hans But you are the right sort, any way”
”I dink I blay me Indian mineselluf some tay,” mused Hans ”Dot vos lots of fun to ot dot bistol?”
”Down in the barn Look out, or itHans would draw back in alarm
Instead, however, the German boy took the pistol and of a sudden pointed it at Tom's head
”Now you tance!” he cried abruptly ”Tance, or I vos shoot you full of holes!”
”Hi, Toot the best of you now!” cried Frank from behind the bushes
”You can't make me dance, Hans,” returned Tom ”That old rusty iron hasn't been loaded for years”
”It ton't vos no goot? No Maybe you vos only fool er and see,” answered Tom coolly
He had scarcely spoken when Hans Mueller did as advised A tremendous report followed, and when the smoke cleared away the boys in the bushes were horrified to see that the rusty pistol had been shattered into a thousand pieces and that both Tom and Hans lay on their backs in the road, their faces covered with blood
CHAPTER VI
THE STRANGE FIGURE IN THE HALLWAY