“Doncher believe him, kiddo!” said a soldier. “He was born in Germany. Look on the map.”

“He’s a German spy, Whitey; look out for him.”

“Alsace—ziss is France!” said Frenchy fervently.

Ziss is the United States,” shouted a soldier derisively.

Ziss is Hoboken!” chimed in another.

“Vive la Hoboken!” shrieked a third.

Tom thought he had never laughed so much in all his life.


CHAPTER V