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"Huh!" he growled. "Quite some folks living here. Don't suppose they spend such a whale of a lot of time thinking about Milt Daggett and Bill McGolwey and Prof Jones. I guess most of these people wouldn't think Heinie Rauskukle's store was so gosh-awful big. I wasn't scared of Minneapolis much but there they didn't ring in mountains and an ocean on you.
"We certainly slashed them good and plenty," exulted Frank, as he washed up a scratched shoulder that had been struck by a splinter of shrapnel. "If the rest of the line is holding as well as our fellows, the drive will be ended almost as soon as it began," remarked Bart. "And Heinie was going to walk all over us, was he?" grinned Billy. "He's got another guess coming."
Anybody ought to know that much." But the new arrivals hooted. "Fish!" Ramsey vociferated. "I'll bet a hundred dollars there hasn't been even a minny in this creek for the last sixty years!" "There is, too!" said Heinie, bitterly. "But I wouldn't be surprised there wouldn't be no longer if you got to keep up this noise. If you'd shut up just a minute you could see yourself there's fish here."
This flurry during the afternoon is an outcome of his disappearance. The German guns caught a train of ammunition camions and smashed things up pretty badly. Many tricks like that pulled off will make us mighty short of ammunition in this sector. Then Heinie can come over the top and do with us just as he pleases.
I can't stand on ceremony now, as I want to get this fellow Budd into the hands of the jailer P. D. Q., before he pulls off another attempted escape, so I'll just ask you to say good-by to Her Ladyship the Countess for me, and give my regards to Joe Harrigan, Louis La Violette, and Heinie Blumenroth, the only three among the servants who showed any brains, and my prayers for brains for all the others.
"Poor old nothing," cried Riley. "Who feels sorry for a German plotter?" "But Heinie was stupid and they probably made a fool of him." "The fact remains, however, Bob," said Mr. Cook, "that Heinrich evidently was in with this gang and therefore he ought to be punished." "You're dead right, Mr. Cook," exclaimed the sergeant.
Arriving at the house, Hugh and Mr. Cook got out, and Bob drove the car down to the garage. There he found Heinrich seated on a box in one corner intently studying a sheet of paper he held in his hand. "What you got, Heinie?" asked Bob cheerily. "A love letter!" Heinrich looked up at Bob, a curious expression in his pale blue eyes.
Presently Hugh reported that the doctor would be down just as quickly as he could. He had promised to start at once. "What shall we do?" inquired Hugh. "Don't you think we ought to stay here with Lena?" "I don't see that we can do anything for her, and we may be needed outside. Where's Heinie? Why don't we leave her with him?" "Where is Heinie anyway?" exclaimed Bob.
Corey, flap-eared, gape-mouthed, forward-bending, were very proud of their little Jeff. He saw that, except for their clothes and self-conscious coiffures, they were exactly like a gang of cracker-box loafers at Heinie Rauskukle's badgering a new boy in town. Saxton looked bad-tempered. Then Mrs. Corey bustled with her face and yearned at Milt, "Do tell me: what is the theme of the opera tonight.
"Why, Heinie," exclaimed Bob. "I never thought you would do a thing like that." "Why not?" demanded Heinrich. "I do my work here, don't I? Why should I not make a little extra money if I can?" "But Mr. Wernberg is a bad man." "He iss not," Heinrich protested stoutly. "He iss one man who knows right from wrong." Bob shook his head sorrowfully.
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