"What good wind blew you this way?" queried Frank.
"A mighty cold wind, as you fellows would admit if you were up
there," laughed Dick.
"You look pretty well fixed for it," commented Billy, as he took
in Dick's voluminous trappings. "A polar bear has nothing on you."
"I need every bit of it," answered Dick. "But where are you
fellows bound for, and what are you doing with these birds?" he
continued, glancing at the motley group of prisoners.
"We're taking them into Coblenz to let our people give them the
once over and the third degree," explained Frank. "They've been
trying to stir up trouble in the American zone. Cunning little
bunch, isn't it?"
"I'm glad you've got your claws on them," Dick remarked, looking
at the group with cold disfavor. "There's a whole lot more like
them that ought to be rounded up. I tell you our people have been
too easy with this breed of cattle and they're going to be sorry
for it. We're so afraid of being harsh that we go to the other
extreme. We stand up so straight that we fall over backward. The
Germans don't understand anything but force, and unless we exert
it they think we're afraid to.
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