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Sergeant Ryan Woolcape, in uniform, could have been taken for a typical Anglo-Saxon collegian in the Army. He was six-two or -three, with a proud back and a head rearing as haughtily as his father's. He was snarling, "What is all this junk about you pinks not wanting discrimination?"
John spoke sharply: "That'll do, Ryan. This is a friend of ours-- Captain Kingsblood, of the Second National Bank."