"So the colt went into the river? Where were you?"

"Mit de colt and he vos mit me, so we bot vos mit each other. Just
feels of me."

Jack reached out his hand and pinched the clothing of his friend in
several places. It was saturated.

"Ven I valks, de vater in my shoes squishes up to mine ears--don't
you hear 'em?"

"Why don't you pour it out?"

"I hef done so, tree time already--I done so again once more."

And, without ado, the young German threw himself forward on his
hands and head and kicked his feet with a vigor that sent the
moisture in every direction. Indeed the performance was conducted
with so much ardor that one of the shoes flow off with considerable
violence. Otto then reversed himself and assumed the upright
posture.

"Mine gracious," he exclaimed, "where didn't dot shoe of mine went?"

"It just missed my face," replied Jack, with a laugh.

"Dot vos lucky," said Otto, beginning to search for his property.

"Yes; it might have hurt me pretty bad."