The Lieutenant's answer came in quick, even, tones:
"The United States Government has ordered your removal, gentlemen. My business as a soldier is to obey. I shall be sorry to use force. But I'll do it, if it's necessary. I suggest a private interview with your leader—" he nodded to the red-headed man.
"Sure!"
"Talk it over!"
"All right."
The men from all sides gave their approval. The leader hesitated a moment, and measured the tall, straight young officer. He didn't like this wrestle at close quarters with those penetrating eyes and the trained mind behind them. But with a toss of his red locks he muttered:
"All right, fire away—you can talk your head off, for all the good it'll do ye."
They walked off together a few yards and sat down.
With the friendliest smile the Lieutenant extended his hand: