"No, Mr. Wernberg. He's crazy on the subject of Germany. He thinks it is
the greatest country in the world and that every one in the United States
is a fool or something."

"Why doesn't he go back to Germany then?" demanded Hugh angrily.

"That's what I--"

"Sh," hissed Hugh. "Here comes Frank Wernberg now."




CHAPTER III

BOB HAS A FIGHT


Frank Wernberg was a stocky, light-haired boy with blue eyes and a pink
and white complexion; that is, it was usually pink and white, though this
morning his face was flushed and red. His eyes had a glint in them not
usually apparent and his mouth was drawn down at the corners into a
scowl. His hair, close-cropped, seemed to bristle more than was its wont;
in fact his usual mild-mannered appearance had given way to one of
belligerency.

"Hello, Frank," said Bob pleasantly.

"Hello," said Frank shortly.