“Take it easy. Knocking his block off won’t help you any,” Stan said as he released the major’s arms. “There ought to be better ways.”
“I’m sorry,” the major said stiffly.
The German glared around him. He puffed out his chest and struck a stiff pose.
“You are to be moved to other quarters. Anyone trying any sneaking business will be shot. Is dot clear?”
“It’s clear. Get on with the moving,” Stan said crisply.
“You better be after feedin’ us,” O’Malley broke in.
The officer blew a whistle and a squad of soldiers filed in. The men lined up and the officer began splitting the prisoners up into small groups. He sent six men away with the guards and whistled for another squad.
“They must think we’re tough,” Stan said and grinned.
Before Stan and O’Malley were sent out, a young lieutenant entered and spoke to the officer in charge. He faced the remaining men.
“Lieutenants Wilson and O’Malley are wanted at once for questioning.” He glared about him.