[CHAPTER VIII]
A PRO-GERMAN MEETING
“Look here, Chunky!” exclaimed Jerry, after a quick glance at Ned, “I may as well say what’s on my mind, and get it out of my system. Both Ned and I have been wondering about you, lately.”
“Wondering about me?”
“Yes, about the way you’re acting on this enlistment business. You want to volunteer and join the army, don’t you?”
“Why, yes, sure I do.”
“Well, you don’t act very happy over it,” put in Ned. “You were enthusiastic at the start, and then you simmered out. Are you getting cold feet? You’re not——”
“I’m not afraid, if that’s what you mean!” blurted out Bob.
“No, I wasn’t going to say that,” put in Ned, quickly. “No one who knows you, as Jerry and I know you, would ever accuse you of that. You’ve gone through too many tight and dangerous places with us to have us say that you’re afraid. And yet something has happened, hasn’t it?”
“Well, yes, I s’pose you could call it that,” assented Bob slowly.