As one of these epithets after another came into his mind his anger rose. Ever since the incident at the flag-raising the fellow with his vicious weekly journal had been a thorn in the young man’s flesh. Why should such a person force his unwelcome presence on reputable citizens and loyal soldiers in this manner? It was not only impudent, it was insulting.
Without further thought or consideration he crossed the drill-hall and confronted the objectionable visitor.
“You are Hugo Donatello, I believe?” he said.
The man looked up at him and answered quietly:
“That is my name, yes.”
“I must ask you to leave the armory. Your presence here is most offensive.”
For a moment Donatello stared at the officer incredulously. He could not quite believe that he had been ordered out.
“I came,” he said at last, “by the invitation of one, Mr. McCormack, a member of your soldiery.”
The mention of Hal’s name only served to increase Barriscale’s wrath. His face grew red and his voice rose.