“Dem Roosians vill gett all vot’s coming to dem,” said Mr. Schmitt.
“Yes? Well, how about this boy?”
“Veil, vot about him?”
“He wants to take down that sign out there.”
“Och! I know dot poy!”
“No, you don’t; this is a different fellow—a Boy Scout.”
“Veil, if dis iss der kind of a poy scouts—”
“Now, look here, Mr. Schmitt, don’t you say anything about the Boy Scouts. Who stopped your runaway horse for you last week?”
“I didn’t say noddings about dem—”
“Well, a scout is a brother to every other scout, and if you say anything against one you say it against all.”