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at the floor and said nothing. Bob held out his
hand to him. "Let's shake hands," he said. "We all ought to work
together now. I'll forget this morning if you will."
Frank made no move. "Come on, Frank," urged Mr. Hewitt. "Do as
Bob says, and in the future try to remember that you were born in
America, not in Germany. You were born here, weren't you?"
"No, sir," said Frank. "I was born in Germany."

"Well, at any rate remember that you are living in the United States.
Shake hands and go back to your work, and I hope you will have no
further trouble."
Frank somewhat reluctantly shook hands with Bob and they walked out
of the principal's office together. At the door of the study room Frank
turned to Bob. "I shook hands with you then because I had to," he
snapped. "I warn you though, I'll never do it again, and you'll be sorry
for what you did to me this morning. Yes, you and your whole family!"
Bob was completely taken aback by this sudden outburst but before he
could make any reply Frank was gone. Bob walked slowly to his desk,
carefully avoiding the glances of the many boys in the room who
looked curiously at him and his black, swollen eye.
When school closed that afternoon he hurried away as quickly as he
could, for he had no desire to discuss the matter with his schoolmates.
Around the corner he waited for Hugh and together the two boys
started homeward.
"What did Mr. Hewitt say?" asked Hugh.
Bob told him.
"Good for him," exclaimed Hugh. "What did Frank think of that?"
"He was mad," said Bob, and he told his friend of the threat Frank had
made. Hugh was silent for some time.
"We must watch him pretty closely," he said at length.
"Yes," Bob agreed, "and his father too."


CHAPTER IV

HEINRICH AND PERCY
"Bob!" exclaimed Mrs. Cook as her son arrived home that afternoon.
"What have you been doing to get that black eye?"
Bob related the story of his fight with Frank Wernberg. He did not tell
her of the threat Frank had made against him and his "whole family,"
however, for he had no desire to cause any alarm. His mother listened
with a troubled countenance.
"Oh, Bob," she said. "I wish you wouldn't fight like that."
"But he insulted the United States, and father too," Bob insisted.
"I know," she admitted. "Still I hate fighting so. One boy in the family
is enough to worry about."
"Where is Harold?" exclaimed Bob.
"Down at the armory," said Mrs. Cook. "I wish it was all over."
"I wonder if I can go down and see him," said Bob eagerly.
"Perhaps," said his mother. "I don't know." She turned away and Bob
hurried out of the house and turned his steps towards the garage. His
plan was to get his bicycle and ride down to the armory. He entered the
garage just in time to see Heinrich, the chauffeur, stuffing a large roll of
bills into his pocket.
"Whew, Heinie!" he exclaimed. "Where did you get all the money?"
Heinrich seemed much embarrassed at being thus interrupted and
colored violently. "Golly," said Bob, "I never saw so much money in
all my life."
"Dot's not so much," said Heinrich. "Besides it iss mine."
"I didn't say it wasn't," laughed Bob.

Heinrich Muller was the Cooks' chauffeur. He was a German, as his
name implies, but he had been in the United States for over twenty
years and had originally come into the employ of the Cook family as a
coachman. Then when the automobile had taken the place of the horse
to such a large extent he had been converted into a chauffeur.
He was a mild mannered, quiet little man, and had always been a prime
favorite with the children of the neighborhood. He could do wonderful
things with a jackknife and the whistles, canes, swords and other toys
he had made for the Cook children had often filled their friends with
envy. He wore thick glasses with gold rims and was very bow-legged.
He always said that his legs were crooked because he had ridden
horseback so much when he was a young German cavalry trooper.
He was a skillful man with horses, and had never liked an automobile
half as much. He loved all animals and they seemed to love him too. At
the present time his pets consisted of a small woolly dog, an angora cat,
a parrot, and an alligator. The last named pet he kept in an old wash tub,
half full of water, and called him Percy. He used to talk to all his pets
as if they were human beings, Percy included, and