“No, but if that isn’t our peppery friend of the restaurant—le cochon—I’ll do K. P. for a week!”
[CHAPTER V]
THE NIGHT ATTACK
Instantly Ned and Bob turned to look in the direction indicated by Jerry. Both the tall lad’s chums saw the individual referred to as “le cochon.”
“It’s him all right!” asserted Bob, with complete disregard for the rules of grammar.
“But what’s he doing here?” demanded Ned.
“That’s what I’d like to know,” said Jerry in a low voice. “It can’t be that he feels so indignant at us for having honestly mistaken him for Professor Snodgrass that he has followed us here.”
“If he has,” voiced Ned, “he’ll find we have our gang with us, and he’d better watch his step!”
“We’ll take no more of his insults,” declared Bob. “I’ve a good notion to go up to him now and ask him what his game is.”