The men slowly rose and stared at the officer. He glared at them, his eyes moving over them slowly.
"You should be treated as swine, you bomb cities and kill non-combatants. Der Fuehrer does not like this," he snarled.
"We are only following the example you set at Warsaw and Rotterdam," a British major said as he stepped over and faced the German. "We are prisoners of war and you'll treat us as such, my fine fellow."
Stan moved forward quickly. The R.A.F. major stood with his feet planted well apart, facing the German. The German lashed out suddenly with a knotted fist. The major swayed a bit and ducked the blow. He started a right cross for the German's jaw but Stan dived in and pinned his arms.
"Swine! Dog!" the German bellowed. "You will pay for this."
"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.