Herz began solemnly to goose step, expounding his philosophy as he went. Bobby shrieked with delight. This wasn’t such a bad companion, after all. It was so ridiculous that Douglas could hardly refrain from shouting as loud as Bobby.
“Is that the way the German soldiers really walk?” asked Bobby.
“So I am told.”
“Where did you learn to do it?” asked Douglas.
“I—I—at a school where I was educated.”
“Oh, but you are an American, so the count told me.”
“I am an American.” This was uttered in a very dead tone. The man suddenly turned on his heel and with a muttered good-by disappeared.
“Ain’t he a nut, though?” exclaimed Bobby.
“He is peculiar,” agreed Douglas.