stream of talk.

"In spite of it all, I believe the navy is all right," he said, with
savage emphasis.

"My dear chap," exclaimed Raeder, "did you ever doubt it? Did you read
the account of the fight?"

"No," said Larry, "only the headlines."

"Then you did not see that the British ships were distinctly outclassed
in guns both as to range and as to weight. Nothing can prevent disaster
in such a case. It was a bit of British stupidity to send those old
cruisers on such an expedition. The British navy is all right. If not,
then God help America."

"Say, old chap," said Larry as they stepped out of the car, "you have
done me a mighty good turn this morning, and I will not forget it."

"Oh, that is all right," said Raeder. "We have got to stand together in
this thing, you know."

"Stand together?" said Larry.

"Yes, stand together. Don't you forget it. We are with you in this. Deep
down in the heart America is utterly sound; she knows that the cause of
the Allies is the cause of justice and humanity. America has no use for
either brutal tyranny or slimy treachery. The real American heart is
with you now, and her fighting army will yet be at your side."

These sentiments were so unusual in his environment that Larry gazed at
him in amazement.

"That is God's truth," said Raeder. "Take a vote of the college men
to-day, of the big business men, of the big newspaper men--these control
the thinking and the acting of America--and you will find, ninety per
cent. of these pro-Ally. Just be patient and give the rest of us time.
Americans will not stand for the bully," added Raeder, putting his hand
on Larry's shoulder. "You hear me, my boy. Now I am going in to see the
boss. He thinks the same way, too, but he does not say much out loud."

New hope and courage came into Larry's heart as he listened to the
pronouncement of this clear-headed, virile young American. Oh, if
America would only say out loud what Raeder had been saying, how it
would tone up the spirit of the Allies! A moral vindication of their
cause from America would be worth many an army corps.

The morning brought him another and unexpected breeze of cheer in the
person of Dean Wakeham straight from Alberta and the Lakeside Farm. A
little before lunch he walked in upon Larry, who was driving himself to
his work that he might forget. It was a veritable breath from home for
Larry, for Dean was one who carried not only news but atmosphere as
well. He was a