"You're always thinking about apples and souvenirs," said Tom.
"You can bet I'm going to get a souveneerr in herre, all right!" Archer announced. "Therre ought to be lots of good ones herre, hey?"
"Maybe they grow in furious what-d'you-call-'ems?" suggested sober Tom.
"If it keeps as level as this, we ought to be able to waltz into the barrbed wirre by tomorrow night. This is the only thing about Gerrmany that's on the level, hey?"
Toward evening they had the lesser of the two surprises which were in store for them in the Black Forest. They were hiking along when suddenly Tom paused and listened intently.
"What is it?" Archer asked.
"A bird," said Tom, "but I never heard a bird make a noise like that before."
"He's chirrping in Gerrman," suggested Archer.
The more Tom listened, the more puzzled he became, for he had the scout's familiarity with bird voices and this was a new one to him.
"Therre's a house," Archer said.