"
"No one seems to like him," laughed Bob. "I guess he won't bother us for
some time to come though now."
"Why not?" demanded Karl quickly.
"He's sick."
"What's the matter with him?"
"I don't know," said Bob evasively. He suddenly remembered that probably
he had no right to talk about what they had done that day. "All I know is
that he's in the hospital."
"Serves him right," exclaimed Karl. "That's a good place for him and for
all of his same kind."
If Hugh had had any lingering doubts as to whether or not Karl was loyal
they were now dissipated. If Mr. Wernberg was implicated in German plots
against the United States, certainly no man who sympathized with him
would hate him as Karl Hoffmann plainly did.
"We may come down and help you guard the factory to-night, Karl," said
Bob. "You'll be there, won't you?"
"Yes, I'll be there," said Karl. "I wish you wouldn't come though."
"Why not!"
"Suppose something should happen and you got hurt?"
"I thought you said there was no danger.
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