He didn't think that the advice of his friend Lieutenant Ernst to answer questions covered this.
"You can't go there.

There are spies enough there already!" cried the other.
And then without any warning, he lunged forward and tried to grapple with Fred.
That aroused all the primitive fight in Fred.

He met the attack joyously for wrestling was something he understood very well.

And in a moment he had pinned the peasant boy, strong as he was, to the earth.
But he had got rid of one opponent only to have a dozen others spring up.

There was a throng about him as he shook himself free, a throng that closed in, shouting, cursing.