172 Hans Brinker

This time the knotty hand hitched forward again, quite
carelessly, it seemed; but its palm was upward. Peter hastily
dropped in the money, and moved away.

The sail soon came tumbling down. Scrape, scrape, went
the brake, scattering an ice-shower round the boat.

“© Good-by, schipper /”” shouted the boys, seizing their skates,
and leaping from the deck, one by one. ‘ Many thanks to
you!” ;

“© Good-by! good-b— Hold! here! stop! I want my
coat.”

Ben was carefully assisting his cousin over the side of the
boat.

“© What is the man shouting about? Oh,I know! You
have his wrapper round your shoulders.”

«Dat ish true,” answered Jacob, half jumping, half tum-
bling, down upon the framework: “ dat ish vot make him sho
heavy.”

“« Made you so heavy, you mean, Poot ?”

‘Ya, made you sho heavy: dat ish true,” said Jacob, inno-
cently, as he worked himself free from the big wrapper.
“© Dere, now you hands it mit him straightsway, and tells him
I voz much tanks for dat.”

“Ho for an inn!” cried Peter, as they stepped into the
city. ‘Be brisk, my fine fellows!”