"Hello, here is a pretty big suit," observed Sam, hauling it forth and holding it up. "The man who wore that must have been a pretty large fellow. Even Dick would get lost in that suit."
"Dot's so!" exclaimed Hans. "Vait, I try on dot coats. Ha! Ha! Ain't he schmall alretty!" And Hans began to roar, for the coat came to his knees and the sleeves hid his hands from sight.
"You've got to grow, Hans, before you can fill that," said Sam, laughing.
"Vell, maype I grow some day."
"You will if you eat plenty of sauerkraut and Limburger cheese," and Sam grinned broadly.
"I vos eat vot I blease, Sam Rofer!"
Hans took off the coat and in doing so turned the garment over. From out of one of the pockets there fell a flat cardcase of red morocco leather.
"Hello, you've dropped something, Hans."
"So I tit," answered the German youth, and flinging aside the coat he picked up the leather cardcase.
"Has it got any cards in it?" questioned Sam with sudden interest.
"Dot vos vot I vos going to see. Now vait, I vill oben him," went on Hans, backing away as the youngest Rover reached out for the case.
"Well, do hurry, Hans! You are so slow!" cried Sam, impatiently.
