“It’s his girl--Helena Schaeffer,” said Ned. “Isn’t it true, Bob, that she has spoken to you against volunteering?” “Yes, she has, and that’s what makes me worry. I was going to keep still about it, and try to work everything out myself. But I don’t believe I can. You know-- Oh, well, I’m awfully fond of Helena, and I think she likes me, a little. This is among friends, of course.” “Of course,” murmured Jerry and Ned. “And she’s as good as said that if I enlist to fight against Germany, when her father is so fond of the old Kaiser, and what he represents, that she’ll--well--she and I will have to part company, that’s all!” and Bob blurted out the words. “What are you going to do?” and Ned asked the question relentlessly. This was no time for half-way measures, he felt. Bob did not answer for a moment. They were talking in the street in front of Colonel Wentworth’s office. And then, at what seemed a most opportune moment, a phonograph in a near-by store began playing one of the popular songs of the day; a song with the lilt of marching steps and an appeal for every one to do his duty and fight for Uncle Sam. Bob straightened up. His eyes grew brighter and he squared his shoulders in a way his chums well know. “Boys!” he exclaimed, “I’ve been a fool to hold back one minute on this thing. If you’ll wait a little while, I’ll come back and give you my answer. And you don’t have to guess what it is, either.” He started off down the street. “Where are you going?” demanded Jerry. “I’m going to have a talk with Helena,” Bob answered. “Wait and we’ll take you to her corner in the auto. Might as well ride as walk,” called Ned. “We’ll wait for you at my house.” Jerry and Ned did not say much to Chunky during the ride. They thought it best to let him work out the problem in his own way. And it was better done without suggestion from them. “See you later,” said Ned, as his stout chum left the car and started down the street toward the Schaeffer home. “What do you think he’ll do?” asked Jerry, as Ned turned the car in the direction of his own home. “The right thing,” answered Ned. “Chunky is all right. It’s just that he’s a little fascinated by Helena, who, to do her justice, is a mighty pretty girl. It’s too bad she has pro-German tendencies. And yet it isn’t so much her as it is her father who influences her. She is a nice girl, and mighty sensible, too, except on this one point. I know, for I’ve been there with Chunky. That’s why I happened to know how the bug had bitten him. “Even before we got into this war against Germany Mr. Schaeffer was ranting about the unneutrality of this country, and declaring that we were favoring England and France and discriminating against the Kaiser. I wish we’d done more of it! We wouldn’t have it so hard as we’re going to have it from now on.” “But about Chunky. Do you think he’ll tell his friend that he is going to enlist and let her make the best of it?” asked Jerry.