"
"Professor," interrupted Captain Jack Benson, "we've had enough of
joking."
"Joking? I assure you--"
"Professor," once more broke in the submarine boy, "_I wouldn't sell out
my country's flag for all the money you ever saw!_"
For a few moments the Professor's face was a study in consternation.
Then he broke forth, angrily:
"Ach! You are a fool!"
"I guess so," nodded Jack, without resentment. "That's just the kind
of fools we Americans are generally."
Herr Radberg was a good enough reader of human faces to realize that,
at all events, there was no use in continuing the conversation at
present.
"Very good," he growled. "You can go. I shall see your friends,
instead."
"When you get through with 'em you'll think they're idiots," grinned
Captain Jack Benson.
Herr Radberg wasn't a fool. Neither was he a rascal, expert in offering
bribes. Brought up within the wall's of a German university, he would
have been willing to lay down his life instantly for the good of the
Fatherland. Yet he couldn't understand that men of other nations could
be just as devoted to their own countries. From Herr Professor
Radberg's point of view Germany was the only country in the world that
was fitted to inspire a real and deep sense of patriotism.
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