"You know that new boy that came to school this morning—?" began one.
"That 'Rudolph Kreisler'?" put in another.
"Sh-h-h!" interrupted a third wildly.
But Billy Hastings thrust his red, round face close to Louise's and announced in a blood-curdling whisper:
"Rudolph Kreisler is a German spy!"
Louise's legs crumpled under her, and she sat down in a heap.
Again they were all talking at the same time, and this time at her.
"He's got his trousers' pockets just full of something!" exclaimed Pete Laslie.
"And he's watching, watching!" put in another. "Didn't you see him sitting off there by himself looking at us while we played ball?"
"Spying!" hissed Luke Musgrove over Billy Hastings's shoulder.