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He entered the garage just in time to see Heinrich, the chauffeur, stuffing a large roll of bills into his pocket. "Whew, Heinie!" he exclaimed. "Where did you get all the money?" Heinrich seemed much embarrassed at being thus interrupted and colored violently. "Golly," said Bob, "I never saw so much money in all my life." "Dot's not so much," said Heinrich. "Besides it iss mine."
"But how do you know his factory is to be attacked? It may be they are planning other damage to-night. We might have had a chance to stop it if we'd followed those two, and now they've got away from us." "Your father ought to have reported Lena and Heinrich to the police anyway." "He said he'd keep watch of Heinie, and no doubt he has. He expected we'd do as well for Lena.
"I can't imagine, and poor old Heinie is all broken up about it. I've never seen any one who liked animals as much as he does." "Who do you suppose did it?" "I've no idea. Perhaps the man who returned the car stole him and is planning to wait until he grows big and then train him to come and bite us," laughed Bob. "Let's hope not," smiled Hugh.
A little later when I was returning from that job, walking slowly along the trench, Pick-em-up Joe hailed me cheerfully, and I glanced up to where he and Heinie stood with their rifles thrust between the sandbags and their grimy fists clutching barrel and butt. "Hello, Heinie!" I said pleasantly. "How are you, Joe?"
About once a month, instead of going to "Mama's" for an enormous Sunday dinner, she and Alfred had her fat "Mama" and her small wiry "Poppa" and little Augusta and Lulu and Heinie come to eat a Sunday dinner with them. And when this happened stout Mrs.
"Well, we're not worrying," observed Billy. "We're getting along pretty well, thank you. By the way, Frank," he went on with a grin, "are you feeling any different on this ground today than you felt last night?" "Bet your life," laughed Frank. "It's just about here that I was calling a Heinie a jackass. And at that same minute I was thinking that my life wasn't worth a plugged nickel."
As soon as he was gone, I quickly turned over all the earth in the flower-bed with my trowel, but couldn't find a thing, so I suppose the simp must have taken it away with him, whatever it was." "Not caring at all whether it was one of the diamond cuff-buttons we have been after or not, eh? My, but aren't you the independent cuss, Heinie?
Hugh, you're going crazy." "Isn't Heinrich a German?" "He is." "Weren't there a lot of Germans meeting out here in the old house last night?" "We think so. I still don't see what that has to do with Heinie." "How do you know Heinrich wasn't here?" asked Hugh. "You mean that Heinrich is a plotter?" exclaimed Bob, suddenly realizing what his friend was driving at.
"All right then, Heinie," he said aloud. "Father will expect you in half an hour." He hurried back to the house, warned his father that he should keep Heinrich always within sight, and related his conversation with the chauffeur as an argument for this course. Then he went upstairs, two steps at a time to make ready his disguise. While he was there Hugh arrived and went up to Bob's room.
They were far off "over where the war was taking place," as Spike neatly put it surveying at that long range the well-remembered scene; revisiting it from some remote spot where perhaps it had been said to them with flowers. "We'd ought to tell Herman Vielhaber," said Spike. "Herman's a Heinie, but he's a good scout at that." "Sure!" agreed Wilbur.
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