"Clear out! Hear? You can't come in here, I told you."
"You're dealing with the United States Army now, my man," Hal retorted coolly. "Out of my way, if you please. I'm going inside."
"No, you're not."
"Out of my way was what I said."
"An' I said——"
The red-faced man didn't finish.
Private Hal Overton had drawn his service revolver from its holster without the loss of another instant.
It rested now with its muzzle poking against the big fellow's belt line.
Gasping, he looked into the clear, cool eyes of the young soldier boy.
Then, with an oath, the bully sprang aside, and Hal stepped inside as though no interruption had occurred, at the same time slipping his weapon back into its holster.