"What do you think of that detective?" demanded Bob, when they had reached a point out of sight of the house.
"I think he was an old grouch," exclaimed Hugh. "I don't see why he had to be so disagreeable to us; all we wanted to do was to help him."
"Yes, when those Germans come back he's apt to be handled roughly."
"He was jealous of us, I believe," said Bob.
"Why so?"
"Well, we had gone ahead on our own account, and from the way he acted I guess we knew more about what was going on than he did."
"Perhaps that's it," said Hugh. "Maybe he was afraid we might take some glory away from him."
"How silly!" exclaimed Bob. "What do we want with glory?"
"We'd better tell your father what happened this morning."
"Of course. He'll think I'm a pretty poor fighter though; a black eye one day and a big lump on my head the next."