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THE BOMBARDMENT OF PARIS
"There, Jack! what did I tell you? I win! You lose, and it's me for a fine dinner at your expense! You lose! Do you hear?"
Tom Raymond, with a hearty laugh, clapped his chum on the shoulder, and seemed mirthfully excited over something. As for Jack Parmly he looked first at his chuckling comrade and then at the man he suspected of heing a German spy. The latter, who had glanced keenly at the boys, with something akin to anger on his face, now was plainly puzzled.
"Do you understand?" demanded Tom in a loud voice, which attracted the attention of many in the car. But a look at the two, showing them to be Americans and, therefore, to the French mind, capable of any eccentricity, seemed to make matters right. Most of the diners resumed their meals.
"See what I mean. Jack?" went on Tom. "You lose! Understand?"
"No, I don't understand," was the low-voiced and somewhat puzzled answer.