"
"I's done some deteckertiff wuk, lest laik I said I'd do,
an' I's cotched him! By golly, Massa Tom! I's cotched him
black-handed, as it says!"
"Caught him? Whom have you caught, Rad?" cried Tom. "Do
you suppose he means he's caught the man you saw up the
tree, Ned? The man you think is a German spy?"
"It couldn't be. I left him only a little while ago
hunting for his telescope."
"Then whom have you caught, Rad?" cried Tom. "Come on,
I'll give you credit for it. Tell us!"
"I's cotched dat Dutch Sauerkrauter, dat's who I's
cotched, Massa Tom! By golly, I's cotched him!"
"But who, Rad? Who is he?"
"I don't know his name, Massa Tom, but he's a
Sauerkrauter, all right. Dat's whut he eats for lunch, an'
dat's why I calls him dat. I's cotched him, an' he's locked
up in de stable wif mah mule Boomerang. An' ef he tries t'
git out Boomerang'll jest natchully kick him into little
pieces--dat's whut Boomerang will do, by golly!"
Chapter IX
A Night Test
"Come on, Ned," said Tom, after a moment or two of silent
contemplation of Eradicate.
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