"That scoundrel!" he stammered. "I would not be surprised if he would steal poor Percy. He iss mean and low enough to do anything."
"Why, Heinie," said Bob mildly. "I always thought Karl was a fine fellow."
"He iss a low down snake!" cried Heinrich. "I would not trust that fellow mit two cents."
"Lena likes him," said Bob.
Heinrich became madder than before at this remark. He stuttered with rage, and advancing toward Bob shook his clenched fist in his face. "Sure she like him," he cried. "Why not? He gives her presents all the time and it iss for that that she like him. She knows what a low down cur he iss, for I have told her so. Only because he has money and can give her presents does she like him. But I will show her!"
"What are you going to do?" demanded Bob, somewhat alarmed by the violence of Heinrich's manner.
"I buy her presents now," exclaimed Heinrich. "You see that?" he demanded, pulling the roll of bills out of his pocket. "You see that?" he repeated. "Well, I got some money now, and I show her who can buy nice presents. She like me better than Hoffmann when I get more money than he." Heinrich looked at the bills held in his fist, and then jammed them back fiercely into his pocket.
"Where'd you get all the money?" asked Bob. "You didn't draw it out of the savings bank, did you?"
"No," exclaimed Heinrich. "I earn it."
"Working for father?"