"How you vos?"

"Why, Otto!" gasped Jack, slapping his palm against that of his
friend and crushing it as if in a vise. "I am so glad to see you."

"So I vos," was the grinning response; "I'm always glad to shake
hands mit myself"

"But," said the other, looking furtively over each shoulder in turn,
"let's move away the trail, where we cannot be seen or heard."

The suggestion was a wise one, and acted upon without delay. The
friends entered the wood, which continued quite open, and tramped
steadily forward with the intention of finding place where they
could start a fire and converse without danger of discovery by
enemies.

The hearts of both were too full for hold their peace while stealing
forward among the trees.

"Otto," said Jack, "where is the colt?"

"I dinks he's purty near New Orleans as soon as dis time."

Young Carleton looked wonderingly toward friend and asked, "What do
you mean?"

"I don't mean vot I don't say and derefore dinks I mean vot I vos."