"I am, indeed," said Mr. Cook.
Bob was on the point of asking if he and Hugh might not help guard it
when the telephone rang and his father was called away to answer it.
CHAPTER XVIII
KARL HOFFMANN
"Let's go down and talk to Heinrich," exclaimed Bob when his father
left the room.
"Aren't you going to ask your father if we can stand guard to-night?"
"Wait till after dinner. I'll ask him then."
"Do you think he'll let us?"
"I guess so. It depends on how badly he needs us."
They went out, and just at the corner of the porch met Karl Hoffmann. He
had said good-by to Lena and was on his way home. Bob knew him well, as
he did most of his father's employees, for much of his spare time was
spent down at the factory. Furthermore, on account of Lena, Hoffmann was
a frequent visitor in the Cook home.
He was a big, fine looking fellow of about forty. He had black hair and a
piercing black eye, a typical Prussian, for it was from that province in
Germany that his parents had migrated some twenty-five years previously.
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