Ker- I vos schneeze mine head—ker-chew! Stop dot, somepody—ker-chew! Oh, dear—kerchew! Oben der door—ker-chew!"
Blinded, and sneezing violently, Hans dropped his switch and made for the door. Throwing it wide open, he ran out to get some pure air, for the stateroom was filled with floating pepper.
"I fix somepody for dis—ker-chew!" he roared, "Chust vait, you chokers!"
Then he caught sight of Tom, who stood nearby, grinning.
"Dot vos your drick!" he went on. "Chust you come here!"
"Thank you, not to-night, Hansy, my dear boy," said the joker, keeping at a safe distance.
"Veil, den, you go 'long mit your old ghost," went on Hans, and, picking up the peppered bolster and sheet, he threw them into Tom's room, where the fun-loving youth had the pleasure of disposing of the mess as best he could.
