this looks like a very serious matter. You said the old gentleman spoke
broken English, Walter?"

That's the name he always called Pee-wee.

"Cracky," I said, "Pee-wee's kindly old gentleman is a German spy."

"Sure he is," said Westy Martin, "and he's only flying the American
flag for a bluff, he's a deep dyed villain."

"He can't be dyed very deep," said Doc Carson, in that sober way of
his; "because we haven't any German dyes to dye him with."

I was just going to say something to kid Pee-wee along, when I noticed
that Mr. Ellsworth was very serious, and Pee-wee was staring like a
ghost.

"Boys," Mr. Ellsworth said, "I have no idea of the full meaning of
this paper." Then he said how maybe in collecting books we had caught a
spy in our net. He said that he was going to take the paper anyway and
show it to the Federal Commissioner, down in the Post Office Building.

"If he's a spy, we'll swat him all right," I said.

"We'll more than swat him," Mr. Ellsworth said, and I could see by the
look in his eye that he meant business.