But
I realized that they were beyond reason. There was nothing to do but
go my way and let them rave.
But quickly I saw that this was not going to be so easy as I had
fancied. Right in front of the entrance stood the big fellow who had
caught my arm; and as I came toward him I saw that he had me marked.
He pointed a finger into my face, shouting in a fog-horn voice:
"There's a traitor! Says he was in the service, and now he's backing
the Huns!"
I tried to have nothing to do with him, but he got me by the arm,
and others were around me. "Yein, yein, yein!" they shouted into my
ear; and as I tried to make my way through, they began to hustle me.
"I'll shove your face in, you damned Hun!"--a continual string of
such abuse; and I had been in the service, and seen fighting!
I never tried harder to avoid trouble; I wanted to get away, but
that big fellow stuck his feet between mine and tripped me, he
lunged and shoved me into the gutter, and so, of course, I made to
hit him. But they had me helpless; I had no more than clenched my
fist and drawn back my arm, when I received a violent blow on the
side of my jaw.
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