After the song the old man offered to dance, for he had not yet had amusement enough.
"Boy, can you play on this ?" he shouted, holding up a frying-pan and a big stick to beat it with.

Of course Martin could play on _that_ instrument: he had often enough played on one like it to startle the echoes on the lake, in other days.

And so, when he had been lifted on to the table, he took the frying-pan by the handle, and began vigorously beating on it with the stick.

He did not mind the noise now since he was helping to make it.

Meanwhile old Jacob began flinging his arms and legs about in all directions, looking like a scarecrow made to tumble about by means of springs and wires.