I must know what it is." "You certainly have magnificent cheek! I am going to take that paper to Baron von Marhof at once." "Do so!--but _I_ must know first! Baron von Marhof and I are on the same side in this business, but he doesn't understand it, and it is clear you don't.

Give me the message!" He spoke commandingly, his voice thrilling with earnestness, and jerked out his last words with angry impatience.

At the same moment he and Claiborne stepped toward each other, with their hands clenched at their sides.
"I don't like your tone, Mr.Armitage!" "I don't like to use that tone, Captain Claiborne." Shirley walked quickly to the table and put down the message.

Then, going to the door, she paused as though by an afterthought, and repeated quite slowly the words: "Winkelried--Vienna--not later than Friday--Chauvenet." "Shirley!" roared Claiborne.
John Armitage bowed to the already vacant doorway; then bounded into the hall out upon the veranda and ran through the garden to the side gate, where Oscar waited.
Half an hour later Captain Claiborne, after an interview with Baron von Marhof, turned his horse toward the hills..