CHAPTER XI 

A MIDNIGHT SCARE 

The Rovers reached Cottonton without catching sight of Dan Baxter again, nor did they locate him while stopping at the town. 

"He knows enough to keep out of our way," remarked Dick. "Even now he may be watching every move we make." 

They did not remain in Cottonton long, and that night found them once more on a trail leading to another patch of timber. All were in excellent spirits, and Hans enlivened the time by singing a song in his broken English in a manner which convulsed them all. 

"Hans would make his fortune on the variety stage," remarked Fred. "His manner is too funny for anything." 

"Vot you said apout a stage?" demanded the German youth. "I ton't vos ride on no stage ven I got a goot horse alretty." 

"Fred wants you to go on the stage," said Sam, 

"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. 
What entertainment did Hans provide?
What did they think he would be better at?
How did he feel about that?
What type of play would he be in?
By whom?
What would he play?
Where did their group reach?
In what location/village?
Who didn't they run into?
Who thought he might not be far away though?
Who had an accent?
What type was it?
Who was surprised by the statement Hans made of killing?
What did he fear?
he sang a song
Hans enlivened the time by singing a song in his broken English in a manner which convulsed them all. 
the variety stage
"Hans would make his fortune on the variety stage," 
he didn't like it
"I like not such a blay. I like dot blay vere da vos all killed off kvick." 
a trgedy
"Good gracious! Hans wants to go in for tragedy!" 
Shakespeare
"Vot kind of a play is dot Shakespeares?" 
a murderer
Who would think he was so bloodthirsty. 
a trail
nd that night found them once more on a trail leading to another patch of timber.
outside Cottonton
The Rovers reached Cottonton without 
Dan Baxter
The Rovers reached Cottonton without catching sight of Dan Baxter again, 
Dick
"He knows enough to keep out of our way," remarked Dick. "Even now he may be watching every move we make." 
Hans
Hans enlivened the time by singing a song in his broken English in a manner which convulsed them all. 

German
Hans enlivened the time by singing a song in his broken English in a manner which convulsed them all. 
Tom
"Good gracious! Hans wants to go in for tragedy!" ejaculated Tom
being murdered
If you keep on like that, Hansy, dear, I'll be afraid you'll murder us in our sleep."