I thought of stretching my legs in the corridor, and was just getting up to do it when somebody slid the door back and a big figure blocked the light.
He was wearing a heavy ulster and a green felt hat.

He saluted Stumm, who looked up angrily, and smiled pleasantly on us both.
'Say, gentlemen,' he said, 'have you room in here for a little one?
I guess I'm about smoked out of my car by your brave soldiers.

I've gotten a delicate stomach ...' Stumm had risen with a brow of wrath, and looked as if he were going to pitch the intruder off the train.

Then he seemed to halt and collect himself, and the other's face broke into a friendly grin.
'Why, it's Colonel Stumm,' he cried.

(He pronounced it like the first syllable in 'stomach'.) 'Very pleased to meet you again, Colonel.