“I had to do what I was told,” Hi said. “It’s not my fault.”
“At least you can give a lady room,” the man replied, “you can see that there’s a lady here in an interesting condition.”
“I am sorry,” Hi said, moving as far as he could, “I did not see.”
“Any man of decent feeling would stand up,” the man said. “But perhaps you don’t come from the fobug St. German.”
“Where is that?”
“Oh, perhaps you don’t understand Latin; it’s where manners is.”
“Well, I wish we were there,” Hi said.
“That touched you where you live,” the American said. “This kid ain’t to blame for coming here. Though I’ll roast this gol-derned Government for putting him.”
“Ay, ay, ay, de mi,” the young woman called, as she rose to a sitting posture and clawed with both hands in the faces beside her.
“Come off with all that, Angelita,” the American said. “You, mister, catch a holt of that hand and I’ll catch a holt of this; then she won’t do us an injury.” Hi caught one of the arms of the young woman as he was bid, but she was strong in the arm and writhing all ways at once. “Gee,” the American said, “this young woman will ask her husband how about it when he comes home from his Lodge; she won’t wait till day dawns.”