Take it up where you damn please," said Barnes sharply.
"I'm as good an American as you are, too, even if my parents were _not_ born in Germany.

Step outside." He motioned to his men.

"McQueston," he said, "watch him until I come out." "You're not going into my private rooms ?--I forbid that.

I'll never forget that, you upstart!" Doctor Barnes smiled.

"I'll try to fix it so you won't." He stepped on in across the gallery.
Waldhorn looked from the face of one to that of the other private soldier who stood before him, and saw the cold mask not only of discipline, but of more.