THE OPPERMANNS and notes fastened with leather straps to the handle-bars, now close to each other, one's hand on the other's shoulder, now separated by the traffic. "He's messed up my lecture for me," said Berthold. "That's tough," said Heinrich. "The swine. He just thinks to himself: 'I'm master.' It's simply personal spite." Berthold did not an- swer. They were separated by passing cars. At the next red light they found themselves side by side again. They kept close together, each with a foot on the roadway, hemmed in by cars. "He suggested to me: 'What can we learn from Arminius the German?' " said Berthold. "Did you agree to it?" asked Heinrich, amid the hooting of motor-horns. "Yes," said Ber- thold. "I wouldn't have," said Heinrich. "Look out, he's trying to put you in a tough spot," Yellow light, green light, they rode. on. "Have you any idea what he may have looked like?" asked Berthold when they found themselves together again. "Who?" asked Heinrich, who was thinking about the after- noon's football practice. "Arrninius the Cheruscan, of course," said Berthold. "I expect he looked just as much a wild Indian as the rest of them," was Heinrich's opinion. "Think it over a little, will you?" begged Berthold. "O.K.," said Heinrich. Often, when he wanted to speak heartily, the words he had used as a child came to his lips. Then the boys' roads separated, 10 Ber thold wrestled with his subject. The whole thing was one great battle and Dr. Vogelsang was the enemy. Vogel- sang had had the luck to choose the ground. He had the sun and the wind in his favour and knew the lie of the land better