"Yes." "Did you know also that the army isn't selling any mules?" "I did." "Therefore you knew that this one was stolen from the army?" "I had that idea." "Why did you take the mule?" Joe's anger flared. "Blast it, man! I lost a mule and had to have another! What did you think we'd do? Sit there?" "Control your temper, Mr. Tower. If you knew these two men were thieves, why did you not take them into custody?" "It was none of my business. I'm no law officer." "Do you have proof that what you've said is true?" "I have my word, Ellis's here, my wife's, my daughter's, and my oldest son's." "Do you realize, Mr. Tower, that we shall have to take the mule and detain you until we have investigated?" "You can have the mule!" Joe roared. "But nobody's detaining us! We're going on as soon as we can get another!" "I've already advised you to control your temper. Do you have this animal with you?" "Yes." "We'll look at it." He rose and walked past them. Ellis and Joe fell in behind as he strode toward the wagon. Ellis nudged Joe with his elbow. "Joe Tower," he said solemnly, "your explosions of temper are going to get us all into trouble." Joe turned angrily to him and then, at the quizzical set of the boy's eyebrows, Joe grinned. "Let me handle this," Ellis pleaded. "You can argue with a human being, but that man is no human being. He's a bundle of army regulations. Let me try, Joe." And then, before Joe could say yes or no, he called out, "There's a sick youngster in that wagon and you're not to bother her or her mother." Major Dismuke halted. "What's the matter with the child?" Joe was about to explain when Ellis took over. "It isn't smallpox," he said vehemently. "Don't get the idea that it's smallpox because it isn't!" Major Dismuke whirled on Joe. "Did you bring a case of smallpox here?" "I just told you it isn't!" Ellis remained vehement. "But if you're going to detain us we'd like to move her to the hospital, and get quarters for ourselves, until the youngster can travel." Joe said bewilderedly, "Ellis--" "I'm just telling him it isn't smallpox," Ellis asserted. "You know that yourself." For the first time, Major Dismuke was uncertain. As every right-thinking soldier knew, regulations covered every situation connected with the Army. But these were civilians, they might have a case of smallpox with them, and he had no facilities to cope with a possible epidemic. For a long moment he was completely nonplussed. He said finally, "This is a United States army post, and it exists for the convenience and benefit of United States citizens. It is our duty to offer you such facilities as we afford. On the other hand, if you want to go on, I shall neither detain you nor confiscate the mule. The choice is yours." "Do you mean to tell me," Ellis demanded righteously, "that you will not offer hospitalization to this sick child?"