"I don't know as to dat, Massa Tom, but he suah done eat sauerkraut 'mostest ebery meal. Dat's whut I call him a Sauerkrauter! An' he suah was spyin'." "How do you know that, Rad?" "'Cause he done went from his own shop on annuder man's ticket into de secret shop, dat's whut he went an' done!"
Who is he?" "I don't know his name, Massa Tom, but he's a Sauerkrauter, all right. Dat's whut he eats for lunch, an' dat's why I calls him dat. I's cotched him, an' he's locked up in de stable wif mah mule Boomerang. An' ef he tries t' git out Boomerang'll jest natchully kick him into little pieces dat's whut Boomerang will do, by golly!" A Night Test
"Do you suppose he means he's caught the man you saw up the tree, Ned? The man you think is a German spy?" "It couldn't be. I left him only a little while ago hunting for his telescope." "Then whom have you caught, Rad?" cried Tom. "Come on, I'll give you credit for it. Tell us!" "I's cotched dat Dutch Sauerkrauter, dat's who I's cotched, Massa Tom! By golly, I's cotched him!" "But who, Rad?