“Easily?” Devlin repeated.
“When I get ready,” Trent said grimly, “I shall want you to realize what’s coming to you.”
“Is that a threat?” Devlin demanded.
Trent nodded his head.
“It’s a threat.”
Devlin thought for a moment.
“I’ll fix you,” he said.
“How?” Trent inquired. “You’ve tried every way there is to have me killed. If there’s a doubtful place where some boches may be hiding with bombs whom do you send to find out? You send Private Trent. I’m not kicking. I volunteered for the job. I came out to do what I could. My one disappointment is that my officer is not also a gentleman.”
Devlin’s face was now better humored.
“I’ll fix you,” he said again, “I’ll see Pershing pins a medal on you all right.”