"O. K. I'll do some explaining—you're damn tooting," as they all three started for the foot of the bridge, where the commanding officer was waiting.
"These two women waded across the river, sir," explained the soldier, as they walked up.
"Would you mind explaining," began the officer, "what you two are doing at this hour of the morning, wading across the International border?"
"Oh—for Christ's sake—what's the big idea?" asked Evelyn.
"Just this—you women think you can get away with this stuff because you are women, and possibly because you think it's smart. Well, you can't—you will have to be detained, and taken in front of the Commanding General."
"Well, you get a load of this—you low-born, half-witted, self-inflated with your own importance, shave-tail Bastard—you ain't detaining me or my girl friend for no investigation—see—you, or your men refused to open that gate to let two American citizens through, and we had to wade the river, and it's scum like you that has managed to get into office in this country, and run it with stuffed uniforms that wouldn't know the meaning of the word MAN if it was drawn in blue-print for them—you stand and tell me what you are going to do—why, Goddamn you, when I get through telling the General what I think, as well as the American Consul, you'll be a buck private again—you've got a gall—you impudent little runt."
"Just the same, I'm sorry, but the General will have to give his O. K. on your crossing."
"Then, by God—you'll call him on the phone right now," said Evelyn.
"It isn't customary to disturb the General at this hour of the morning."
"That's too bad for the General, that he has to be aroused out of his beauty sleep."