Canada -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Canada -- Fiction
“The Marne!” said Schaefer in hot contempt. “The
Marne--strategy--strategy, my dear sir. But wait. Wait a few days. If
we could only get that boasted British navy to venture out from their
holes, then the war would be over. Mark what happens in the Pacific.
Scientific gunnery, three salvos, two hundred minutes from the first
gun. It is all over. Two British ships sunk to the bottom. That is the
German way. They would force war upon Germany. Now they have it. In
spite of all the Kaiser's peace efforts, they drove Germany into the
war.”
“The Kaiser!” exclaimed Larry, unable any longer to contain his fury.
“The Kaiser's peace efforts! The only efforts that the Kaiser has made
for the last few years are efforts to bully Europe into submission
to his will. The great peace-maker of Europe of this and of the last
century was not the Kaiser, but King Edward VII. All the world knows
that.”
“King Edward VII!” sputtered Schaefer in a fury of contempt. “King
Edward VII a peacemaker! A ----!” calling him a vile name. “And his son
is like him!”
The foul word was like a flame to powder with Larry. His hand closed
upon his glass of water. “You are a liar,” he said, leaning over and
thrusting his face close up to the German. “You are a slanderous liar.”
He flung his glass of water full into Schaefer's face, sprang quickly
to his feet, and as the German rose, swung with his open hand and struck
hard upon the German's face, first on one cheek and then on the other.
With a roar Schaefer flung himself at him, but Larry in a cold fury was
waiting for him. With a stiff, full-armed blow, which carried the whole
weight of his body, he caught him on the chin. The professor was lifted
clear over his chair. Crashing back upon the floor, he lay there still.
“Good boy, Larry,” shouted Dean. “Great God! You did something that
time.”
Silent, white, cold, rigid, Larry stood waiting. More than any of them
he was amazed at what he had done. Some friends of the Professor rushed
toward them.
“Stand clear, gentlemen,” said Raeder. “We are perfectly able to handle
this. This man offered my friend a deadly insult. My friend simply
anticipated what I myself would gladly have done. Let me say this
to you, gentlemen, for some time he and those of his kind have made
themselves offensive. Every man is entitled to his opinion, but I have
made up my mind that if any German insults my friends the Allies in my
presence, I shall treat him as this man has been treated.”
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