spy observing my arrival must have telephoned the Whites. I was busy arranging my papers when an automobile whirled up. Six White Guards jumped out, rushed into the room, and shoving their revolvers into my face, began yelling, "We've got you now, we've got you."
"But I've already been arrested and released," I protested.
"We're not going to arrest you, you damned swine. We're going to kill you," they shouted.
Sudden noise outside again. Another motor-car dashed up. Bang! Another crash at the door! A captain and four more men with rifles careened into the room. They were Czechs declaring they had orders for my arrest.
"But we have already arrested him," said the Whites.
"No," insisted the Czechs. "We're going to take him."
"But we've got him," persisted the Whites.
It was quite thrilling to find myself a person of such sinister importance. My gratification over it was tempered a bit by the sight of the bayonets. There were too many of them—too much readiness to use them. Instead of a captive I might soon be a corpse. Happily the Czech captain had a sense of humor.
"Your wishes in the matter?" he said turning to me with a deep bow. "Whose prisoner do you prefer to be?"
