ng 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."

There was no more of it. Schaefer's friends after reviving him led him
off. As they passed out of the dining hall Larry and his friends were
held up by a score or more of men who crowded around him with warm
thanks and congratulations. The affair was kept out of the press, but
the news of it spread to the limits of clubland. The following day
Raeder thought it best that they should lunch again together at the
University Club. The great dining-room was full. As Raeder and his
company entered there was first a silence, then a quick hum of voices,
and finally applause, which grew in volume till it broke into a ringing
cheer. There was no longer any doubt as to where the sympathy of the men
of the University Club, at least, lay in this world conflict.

Two days later a telegram was placed upon Larry's desk. Opening it, he
read, "Word just received Jack Romayne killed in acti