"So! This is the thanks we get from you, eh! Why, you little fat—"
"Names won't help any," said Anthony Stubbs, quietly. "I've got you here and, as I told you, here you are going to stay until I arrange for your transportation back to the good old town where stands the Gazette."
"New York, eh?" said Chester. "But why, Stubbs, that's what I want to know. Come on, be a good fellow and tell us what this is all about."
"If I wasn't so sure you know, I might be tempted to do so," said Stubbs.
"But you do know and there is no need to ask me again. I refuse."
"But I tell you, Stubbs, we don't know," declared Hal. "What's gone wrong with you? Are you in the employ of the Kaiser?"
"Not by a long shot," was the answer. "That's one reason I want to get you away from here. I want to see the Kaiser licked properly."
"You don't mean to insinuate—"
"That you are aiding the Kaiser?" Stubbs broke in. "I guess not. But you know as well as I do that with you here something is sure to go wrong. No sir. You've got to go back to the old U.S.A. and you're going to go if it lies in my power to get you there."
"By Jove!" said Chester, suddenly. "I know the answer."
"Well, you're a good guesser if you do," said Hal, dryly. "Let's hear it."