The Motor Boys in the Army; or, Ned, Bob and Jerry as VolunteersYoung, Clarence
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The Motor Boys in the Army; or, Ned, Bob and Jerry as Volunteers
Young, Clarence
Adventure stories; United States. Army -- Juvenile fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Juvenile fiction
“We’d better do something to teach these scoundrels a lesson!” declared
the colonel, who was a good deal of a “fire-eater,” though no finer
patriotic gentleman lived. “I’ll speak to some of my friends, and we’ll
be at the meeting.”
“We expect to do the same,” said Bob. “We have some friends, too. We’ll
all be there.”
“Of course,” went on the colonel, “every man is entitled to his own
opinion, to a certain extent. But I don’t believe that when we are at
war a set of men who, for their own advancement came over here to make
money, can, when war is declared against the country they used to live
in, side with that country and against the land that has given them
everything they have, and has made them everything they are. There
should be no more German-Americans! We should all be Americans. And
any meeting or gathering that tends to foster this divided spirit,
any gathering of misguided individuals which has for an object the
weakening of our righteous war-like spirit, should be broken up.”
“And we’ll attend to the breaking-up!” exclaimed Jerry. “Come on, boys!
We’ve got lots to do!”
And for the rest of that day Ned, Bob and Jerry were very busy.
There was a large gathering at the meeting held under the auspices of
the “Friends of Liberty,” as they called themselves. Just who the prime
movers were was not certain, but some men, whose names proclaimed their
former nationality, whatever it might be now, were actively engaged in
making the arrangements. Among them was Mr. Schaeffer, who was seen
hurrying to and fro from the front entrance to the rooms back of the
stage, where the speakers were sequestered.
Ned, Bob and Jerry, with some of their chums, were among the early
arrivals at the hall. Bob took a survey over the audience and bowed to
some one.
“Some one else we can get to help when the row starts?” asked Jerry.
“It’s Helena,” answered Bob, and he seemed a trifle uneasy. “Say, boys,
what are we going to do about the women and girls?” he asked. “We
don’t want any of them roughly treated.”
“There won’t be any rough treatment,” said Jerry. “All those who wish,
will be given a chance to leave the hall peaceably first.
“And then the whole thing may fizzle out. It all depends on the line of
talk the speakers hand out. Lieutenant Riker said we’re not to stand
for anything seditious, or that would tend to discourage recruiting. It
may be that these Kaiserites will only generalize and not particularize
enough to give us cause for action. We’ve got to wait. But don’t worry
about Helena. She’ll be all right, whatever happens.”
Bob seemed easier after this, but it was noticed that his gaze strayed
often toward that section of the hall where Miss Schaeffer sat.
Meanwhile her father and two or three other members of the committee
hurried to and fro. If Mr. Schaeffer saw the boys, he did not speak to
them.
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