"Even though you knew the policeman might find it necessary to kill the burglar in attempting to arrest him?" Prescott quizzed. "Yes, sir." "Then, while you presumably would not kill a burglar yourself you would not object to calling a policeman who might do it?" Private Ellis began to suspect the trap into which he was falling. "I could not bear to kill the burglar myself, sir," he replied. "And you would not want the burglar to kill you, so you would summon a policeman to do whatever killing might be necessary. In that case, are you a moral objector to killing, or are you merely a coward who relies on another to do the killing for you?" Private Ellis appeared much confused. "Answer me," Dick commanded. "The case doesn't seem the same to me, sir, as serving as a fighting man in the war." "The case is exactly the same, except in the matter of magnitude," Prescott retorted. "Germany is the burglar, trying to break into the house of the world. You haven't time necessary courage to fight a German yourself, but you will be glad to see a braver man serve on the firing line in your stead. And you are a conscientious objector, too, are you, Rindle?" "I---I thought I was, sir," confessed the soldier. "Your questions, sir, and your way of putting the case confuse me." "And you, Pitson?" Dick demanded, eyeing the third man. "Knowing that, if you are sent to some non-combatant work, some other man will have to be sent to this company to do your killing work for you, you wish to dodge fighting duty?" "Yes, sir; I do," Pitson answered unhesitatingly. "Pitson, consider the matter seriously and try to decide whether you're a moral hero or a physical coward!" "Sir, I am no mor-----" Here the man hesitated, growing red in the face. "Out with it," Dick smiled coolly. "I am a conscientious objector, sir," Pitson rejoined. "No matter what punishment may await me for refusing, I _must_ decline to accept any duty that may call upon me to kill another human being." "Yet you would call a policeman, in the case of finding a burglar in your house?" "Not if I thought the policeman would have to kill the burglar, sir," Pitson protested. "I'll wager the fellow is lying, at that," Prescott reflected, as he rose. "Take off your hat, Pitson." The soldier obeyed. His forehead sloped up and back. The back of his head sloped up and forward, so that the top of his head was pointshaped. "I've been interested in seeing what the head of a real conscientious objector looked like," Dick remarked slowly. "I've seen your head and from its shape I believe you to be a real conscientious objector. I am going to approve your transfer to a non-combatant branch, Pitson. You may step outside until you are sent for again." After Pitson had gone Dick ordered the two remaining men to remove their campaign hats. He studied the shapes of their heads so attentively that both young men winced plainly under the inspection.