"What were you men doing here?" asked Frank.
"By what authority do you ask me?" the prisoner responded. "Since
when has it been a crime for Germans to meet together on German
soil?"
"That depends on the purpose of the meeting," answered Frank. "You
may be on German soil, but just now you are under American laws,
and they don't allow such meetings unless permission is received
in advance. Besides, Germans are forbidden to have arms. How about
those weapons we've just taken away from you?"
"If there are any laws like that they ought to be broken," replied
the prisoner impudently.
"Don't get gay with me now," said Frank, with an ominous glitter
in his eyes. "We taught your armies a lesson not long ago, and
you'll find that we can teach you civilians just as easily."
"Our armies were not beaten," the man answered with a sudden flare
of rage. "They could have fought for years if it had not been for
the hunger at home."
"They gave a pretty good imitation of beaten armies then," said
Frank sarcastically, "and I had an idea that the Americans had
something to do with the beating.
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