Without further thought or consideration he crossed the drill-hall and confronted the objectionable visitor. “You are Hugo Donatello, I believe?” he said. The man looked up at him and answered quietly: “That is my name, yes.” “I must ask you to leave the armory. Your presence here is most offensive.” For a moment Donatello stared at the officer incredulously. He could not quite believe that he had been ordered out. “I came,” he said at last, “by the invitation of one, Mr. McCormack, a member of your soldiery.” The mention of Hal’s name only served to increase Barriscale’s wrath. His face grew red and his voice rose. “I don’t care how you came,” he replied. “I am in command here for the present, and I order you to go.” Then Donatello, realizing the situation, became, in his turn, determined and angry. “I am an American citizen,” he declared. “I pay the tax. This military establishment, it is my money that helps to maintain it. I have the right here. I will not go.” “Then I shall have you ejected.” “At your peril that will be. I give you fair warning.” For a moment the situation was tense. People who were sitting near by and heard the dialogue and saw the faces of the two angry men, grew restless and apprehensive. Just what would happen no one could conjecture. But Sergeant Barriscale, without another word, turned on his heel, strode back to the center of the hall and signaled to the drummer to beat the assembly. Hardly had the last tap rolled from the end of the drum-stick when the command was given to “Fall in!” When the lines were properly formed and dressed, and the men brought to a “Right shoulder arms!” Sergeant Barriscale began, from memory, to call the company roll. As each man’s name was called he responded distinctly: “Here!” and brought his piece smartly to an “order arms.” At the end of the roll-call the captain and his lieutenants had not yet come down from their quarters to the drill-hall. But while Barriscale could not account for the delay he did not regret it. It left him still in charge of the company. Facing the ranks he gave the command: “Sergeant McCormack, step two paces to the front.” Without knowing the purport of the order, the second sergeant, accustomed to giving prompt obedience to all commands, passed around the right of the line, down to the center, stepped two paces to the front, halted and saluted his superior officer. The first sergeant acknowledged the salute, then, with deliberate emphasis, in a voice that could be heard the length of the hall, he said: “Sergeant McCormack, you will take a detail, consisting of one corporal and two privates, and conduct to the street one, Hugo Donatello, whose presence in this room is offensive to Company E and its guests.”