Before I could realize the man's intent he sprang between me and the outer door, his hand gripping an iron bar.
"A son of Baal!" came the roar from his lips.

"How came you here in that uniform?
Are you alone ?" "Alone, yes," and I hurled the scarlet jacket into the dirt with a gesture of disgust.

"I had even forgotten I wore it.

Wait a moment.

I heard your prayer, and know you must be with us.