"Da vos
von pad lot alretty!"
"That's right, Hans, you give them a wide berth," said Tom, and
walked away.
Later on Tom persuaded Dick to ask Hans if he would not walk down
to Cedarville for him, to buy him a baseball. Eager to be
accommodating, the German youth received the necessary permission
to leave the academy acres and hurried off at the full speed of
his sturdy legs.
"Now for some fun!" cried Tom, and ran off for the Indian suit and
the face paints. These he took down to the bam and set to work to
transform himself into a wild-looking red man.
"You're a lively one!" grinned Peleg Snuggers, who stood watching
him. "We never had such a lad as you before Master Thomas."
"Thanks, Peleg, and perhaps you'll never have one like me again --
and then you'll be dreadfully sorry."
"Or glad," murmured Peleg.
"Mum's the word, old man."
"Oh, I never say nuthin, Master Thomas; you know that," returned
the man-of-all-work.
A number of the other pupils had been let into the secret, and,
led by Dick, they ran off to the woods lining the Cedarville road.
Tom came after them, skulking along that nobody driving by might
catch sight of him.
Not quite an hour later Hans Mueller was heard coming back. The
German boy was humming to himself and at the same time throwing up
the new ball he had purchased for Dick.
"Burra! Burra!" thundered out Tom, as he leaped from behind a big
tree. "Dutcha boy heap big scalp-me take um! Burra!" And he
danced up to Hans, flourishing a big tin knife as he did so.
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