"Well, now, my dear Major, I would not like to interfere with your private graft in the practice of medicine in any way. But I'm engineer in charge of this work, I fancy." "Fancy something else while the fancying's good. Go on over to that little log house, Waldhorn. You'll live there until we send you out." "Send me out! What do you mean, sir?" "This camp is under martial law. You're under arrest, if you like to call it that way." "You're going to arrest me? Why--what do you mean?" "Call it what you like. But move, now, and don't waste my time." "I beg pardon," drawled Waldhorn, smiling with a well-concealed sneer, "but isn't this a trifle sudden? I'm willing to give up my place to the ladies, of course, my dear Major, but I must ask some sort of explanation as to this other procedure. Martial law? What is your authority?" "Call it Jehovah and the Continental Congress, my dear chap," said Doctor Barnes, likewise drawling. "I'll take that up after a while. I'm in charge here. If you go over there quietly to that other house it may look like an act of courtesy. If you don't--it might be called an act of God. Come, hurry--I can't talk here any longer." Waldhorn saw two troopers coming at a fast walk from across the street, saw that the eyes of Doctor Barnes watched his hand carefully. Therefore, as though easily and naturally, he leaned with both his own hands above his head resting against the jamb of the door. "I suppose I'll have to charge this up to the fact that I'm of German descent," said he. "I can't help that. I've lived here thirty years. I'm as good a citizen as you, but I'll have to submit. Be sure I'm going to take this up in the courts." "Old stuff. Take it up where you damn please," said Barnes sharply. "I'm as good an American as you are, too, even if my parents were _not_ born in Germany. Step outside." He motioned to his men. "McQueston," he said, "watch him until I come out." "You're not going into my private rooms?--I forbid that. I'll never forget that, you upstart!" Doctor Barnes smiled. "I'll try to fix it so you won't." He stepped on in across the gallery. Waldhorn looked from the face of one to that of the other private soldier who stood before him, and saw the cold mask not only of discipline, but of more. Under their charge he marched over to the log building indicated, and slammed the door behind him. The men stood one on each side, out of range of the window. Doctor Barnes was angry and frowning when he went back to the car to drive it down to the door of the new quarters which had just been vacated. "Gee, Doc, you look sore," said Annie Squires casually. "Say, where do you get the stuff you're pulling in here, anyway?" "Never mind! You go in there and clean up the rooms and make a place for Mrs. Gage. You'll find everything for cooking and housekeeping. Don't touch anything else. I'm taking his Chink over to my place."