Achmed Abdullah

“ Nobody wants to hurt you. You are only hurting yourselves. The world at large is too busy looking after its own affairs, von Quitzow."
"Well—perhaps. But just the same—we are ready"—and again he quoted from some unknown authority—"with every gill of red fighting blood, with every bolt and nut and wheel of war machinery, with every howitzer and caisson, with every Zeppelin and airplane, with every haversack and sabretache! With every last ounce of strength and discipline and efficiency and patriotism! We will hurl it all, all into the finishing fight!"
Tom laughed. ”

“ Silently, without saying a word, without making an unnecessary gesture, the Colonel preceded him to his dressing-room, arm in arm with him, on the way, obeying the pressure of the revolver, telling the Bursche to go back to bed, and put on his uniform.
"Now we'll call Bertha," Tom went on. "Where is her room?"
"Over there." The Colonel pointed.
"All right." Tom pressed the revolver into the small of the other's back. "Call her. Be careful what you say. If this is somebody else's room, God help you!"
"Bertha, Bertha," whispered the Colonel, and then, a little louder: "Oh, Bertha!" ”

“ They were mostly dressed in black. Black, too, was the frogging and the fur on their tunics, black their tall, fur caps. Still others were short men, extremely broad and heavy, gnarled looking like peasants, in light blue uniforms with a great deal of vermilion and silver.
"Austrians," explained von Quitzow when Tom appealed to him, "also Turks and Bulgarians."
"Why," smiled the Westerner, "if you're so all-fired set on fighting all the world, what's the big idea of putting all these foreign ginks wise to your military preparations?" ”