"He thinks you might play Shakespeare," said Tom.
"Vot kind of a play is dot Shakespeares?"
"It's a farce in 'steen acts and twice as many scenes," said Dick. "You might play the double-tongued mute."
"I like not such a blay. I like dot blay vere da vos all killed off kvick."
"Good gracious! Hans wants to go in for tragedy!" ejaculated Tom. "Who would think he was so bloodthirsty. If you keep on like that, Hansy, dear, I'll be afraid you'll murder us in our sleep."
"I like dem murders. Da vos alvays make dem goose skins mine back town."
At this there was a general roar.
"'Goose skins' is good," came from Fred.
"Vot you laffin' at, hey?" demanded Hans.
"Nothing."
"Dere don't been noddings to laugh at by a murder, not so?"
"That's true, Hansy," said Sam.
"Maybe of you vos killed, you vould sit ub and laugh at him, hey?"
"I shouldn't laugh," said Tom. "I'd keep quiet about it."
"Yah, I know you, Tom Rofer. I bet you six-
