"I vos eat too much of dem puckveat cakes alretty, und dot makes mine face preak owid, put I ain't got no scarlet fefers, nein! How you vos alretty annahow ?" And he shook hands as Larry had done.
"I can hardly believe your story about being cast away on an island in the Pacific," said Larry.
"Your letter read like a fairy tale.

If you tell the fellows they'll think you are drawing the long bow." "Yes, Larry vos told me somedings apoud dot," broke in Hans.

"You vos regular Robinson Roosters," he said.
"Great Scott! Robinson Roosters!" yelled Tom, bursting out into a fit of laughter.

"Boys, we are discovered at last." "Well, if you are, you needn't crow over it," came from Larry.
"Roosters and crowing! Oh, Larry, I didn't think you'd begin to pun so early," put in Sam.
"He just hatched it out," said Tom.
"I suppose you think that sounds chic," joined in Dick.

And then there was a laugh in which all but Hans Mueller joined.