takes her in. What the devil shall we do with her if she won't? She can't very well spend the night here after Luigi has put it about.… And what's her position with regard to the authorities? Is it a case of Court Martial or toss for her in the Officers' Mess, or what?"
"Don't know, I'm sure. Haven't the faintest idea," replied John Bull. "If only Carmelita turns up trumps.…"
"Seenyoreena Carmelita is the whitest little woman as ever lived," growled the American. "She's a blowed-in-the-glass heart-o'-gold. Yew can put yure shirt on Carmelita.… Yew know what I mean—yure bottom dollar.… Ef it wasn't fer that filthy Eye-talian sarpint, she'd jump at the chance of giving this Roosian gal her last crust.… I don't care John whether you shoot him up or nit. I'm gwine ter slug him till Hell pops. Let him fight his dirtiest an' damnedest—I'll see him and raise him every time, the double-dealin' gorilla.…"
"I am ready, Monsieur," said the girl Olga to John Bull. "But I do not want you, Monsieur, nor these other gentlemen, to make trouble for yourselves on my account.… I have brought this on myself, and there is no reason why you …"
"Oh, shucks! Come on, little gal," broke in the Bucking Bronco. "We'll see yew through. We ain't Loojeys.…"
"Of course, we will. We shall be only too delighted," agreed Rupert. "Don't you worry."
"Pull yourself together and swagger all you can," advised John Bull. "It might ruin everything if the Sergeant of the Guard took it into his head to turn
