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And all night long he dreamed of chasing big fat Germans up and down the streets, over fences, and across fields, and even up the steep sides of houses. Usually just as he had caught up with them he awoke. Most of all he dreamed he was pursuing Karl Wernberg, who was a middle-aged German and not hard to overtake. But Bob did not catch him because he always woke up too soon.
Wernberg was lifted into the tonneau and a blanket wrapped around him. He was still unconscious, but his face was drawn with pain that fortunately he could not feel. Much as the men who cared for him despised him for his suspected work with the gang of spies and plotters they could only feel pity for his sufferings. Mr.
"He was mad," said Bob, and he told his friend of the threat Frank had made. Hugh was silent for some time. "We must watch him pretty closely," he said at length. "Yes," Bob agreed, "and his father too." "Bob!" exclaimed Mrs. Cook as her son arrived home that afternoon. "What have you been doing to get that black eye?" Bob related the story of his fight with Frank Wernberg.
Wernberg; then she said the detectives were on to them; finally she said she'd tell Heinrich and also try to be there to-night." "You don't know what she is to tell Heinrich and where she is to be to-night?" "No, sir," said Bob. "That's all I heard." "Well," exclaimed Mr. Cook after a moment's pause. "This is a nice state of affairs." "What are you going to do about it?" asked Bob.
What use would it be to him to blow up one of his own men?" "I don't know," said Bob. "Still I don't believe that Mr. Wernberg locked himself in and threw the key out of the window." "Doesn't sound likely," the sergeant agreed. "I'd like to know why those two men were enemies though. From all I can learn I should think they were working for the same purpose.
Mr. Wernberg was working all the time for the United States." "What?" exclaimed Mr. Cook in surprise. "Yes," said Heinrich, "that iss what he was doing. He knew there was plots on foot and he knew every one in High Ridge was suspicious of him. He decided to expose those plots and prove that he was a good American. He hired Lena and me mit some others to help him."
It was the picture of an alligator. "Well, Hugh, what do you think about that?" demanded Bob. Hugh looked blankly at the rude drawing on the back of the envelope. "I don't know," he said slowly. "Why should they send Mr. Wernberg one of these?" "Unless it's a message from one member of the gang to another." "But Mr. Wernberg is in the hospital." "The others may not know that."
"Oh, he was snickering and making side remarks to Jim Scott, and making himself generally objectionable." "If I'd been Jim I'd have told him to keep quiet," said Bob warmly. "That's just what he did do finally." "Did he stop?" "Oh, for a little while," said Hugh. "He was awful, I thought." "You know," said Bob, "my father says that Mr. Wernberg is about the most rabid German in High Ridge.
I'll have it here in ten minutes," and Bob set off at top speed through the woods toward the spot where the automobile had been left. Mr. Wernberg was still unconscious. In fact it was difficult for a time to ascertain whether or not he was alive. More water was brought from the spring and Mr. Cook and Riley continued to minister to the sufferer.
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.
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