"Mistaire Vlinders," repeated Jan, paying no attention to the other's
interruption. "If you vas sbeak to me, you vas best be zee-vil."

"What d'ye mean?" cried the mate. "Durn yer imperence; what d'ye mean?"

"I mean vat I zays," returned Jan; "and eef you vas not zee-vil, I vas
make yous."

"Make me!" shouted out Mr Flinders, dancing with rage on the plank, so
that it swung about more than ever. "Make me, hey? I'd like to see ye,
my hearty!"

But, while the plank was yet oscillating beneath his feet, one of the
men in the trench below, by a dexterous drive of his pick, loosened the
earth on the side of the excavation; and, hardly had Mr Flinders got
out his defiant words than he and the plank on which he was standing
came tumbling down, the bully going plump into the pool of water that
had accumulated at the open end of the trench forming a little lake over
four feet deep.

Of course, the hands all shouted with laughter, their mirth growing all
the merrier when the mate presently emerged from his impromptu bath, all
dripping and plastered over with mud.

He was in a terrible rage, Jim Chowder said; and as Jan Steenbock came
up to help him, he aimed a blow at him with a spade which he clutched
hold of from one of the hands, almost splitting Jan's head open, for the
thick felt hat he wore only saved his life.

"Thaar, ye durned Dutch dog!" he yelled out. "Take thet fur yer sass!"

Jan fell to the bottom of the trench; whereupon, the men, thinking Mr
Flinders had murdered him, at once rushed upon the mate in a body,
thrusting him backwards into the water again and rolling him over in the
mud and refuse, until he was pretty well battered about and nearly
drowned.

Indeed, he would, probably, have been settled altogether, but for Jan
rising up, little the worse for the blow that he had received, saving
that some blood was trickling down his face.

"Shtop, my mans, shtop!" he exclaimed. "Let hims get oop, he vas not
hoort me, aftaire all; and I vas vorgif hims, vor he vas not know vat he
vas do!"

But the hands were too much incensed to let the bully off so easily, for
they hated him as much as they liked Jan and were indignant at the
unprovoked assault Mr Flinders had made upon him. As luck would have
it, while they were debating how they should pay him out properly, and
whether to give him another ducking in the muddy water or no, a happy
means presented itself to them for punishing him in a much more