"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.
Stan and O'Malley stepped forward.
"Come with me," the young lieutenant snapped.
"What? No squad with fixed bayonets?" Stan asked and grinned.
The lieutenant smiled. "Where we are going there will be no need for an armed guard." He walked away with Stan and O'Malley beside him. O'Malley kept a sharp eye open for a chance to escape. Stan was afraid if they passed an open door O'Malley would bolt through it.
They entered a long hallway and were marched to its far end where they entered a small room. There was a table and a few chairs.