Klink watched him leave. He turned to Major Hochstetter. "Now where were we?"

Major Hochstetter held up a finger. "I think, Klink, you were just about to order one of your guards to bring this man to a barracks."

"I was?" Seeing Hochstetter's glare, Klink nodded furiously. "Of course, Major Hochstetter, I was just about to do that."

Hochstetter rolled his eyes.

"Langenscheidt," Klink called.

The young guard burst into the room and almost fell over before regaining his balance. He snapped off a crisp salute. "Yes, Herr Kommandant?"

Klink waved a hand. "Langenscheidt, take this man to Barracks 2. It's the only one with any room."

Langenscheidt stuttered, "But, Herr Kommandmant, Colonel Hogan said he couldn't take any more men."

"Am I running this camp, or is Colonel Hogan? When I give an order, it is to be followed or face the consequences."

"Of course, Herr Kommandant," Langenscheidt hastily responded. He took the prisoner and left.

Klink looked at the major and gloated. "You have to be firm with them. Firm but fair is my motto. Do you know, that the men in this camp look on me as a father figure?" He nodded his head. "It's quite inspirational. They even gave me a nickname: 'Klink the Fink.'" He smiled at the memory.

Hochstetter's voice broke through his reverie. "Klink, I suggest you start finding inspiration as how to make sure our prisoner doesn't escape. If you do not, well, perhaps you should start stocking up on earmuffs and long underwear."

Klink swallowed audibly. "I don't think that will be necessary, Major Hochstetter. You see, I run an absolutely escape-proof camp. Not-"

Inside Barracks 2, Hogan's men looked at each other and grinned. They finished the sentence with Klink. "-a single prisoner has ever successfully escaped from Stalag 13."

Klink continued, "And if they do," he smiled and pointed a finger at Hochstetter, "I'll catch him."

Hochstetter waved that away. "Bah. Klink, I am not interested in your previous record. My only interest is that it continues." He rose from his chair. "You'll be hearing from me if you don't."

Klink also got up. "It was so nice talking to you, Major Hochstetter. Auf wiedersehen."

Hochstetter slammed the door before Klink finished.

Colonel Klink clenched his fist. "I can't stand that man," he muttered to himself.

Back at the prisoners' barracks, Garlotti stopped Langenscheidt from putting the Chinese man in with them. "Hey, Langenscheidt, I thought Colonel Hogan said no more men in our barracks. Can't you take him somewhere else?" He looked at the man more closely. "And what's a Jap doing here?"

Langenscheidt fidgeted nervously. "I don't know. But I can't move him, Kommandant Klink's orders."

Just then, Hogan came out of his quarters. "It's alright, Garlotti. If the Kommandant said so, I guess it goes." He turned to Langenscheidt. "Okay, Langenscheidt, you can leave him with us, now."

Langenscheidt nodded. He turned to leave, but hesitated. He turned back to Hogan. Leaning toward him, he whispered, "Why is a Japanese man a prisoner here? I thought they were our allies, not yours. Did they hear that the Fuhrer is only using them?"

Hogan grinned. "He's not Japanese. He's Chinese."

Langenscheidt nodded uncertainly. "Oh." He just stood there, looking slightly confused. Finally, he left.

Hogan glanced around the barracks until he found the new man. He was talking animatedly to Garlotti. Hogan walked up to them and draped an arm around their shoulders. "Garlotti, show this man all the works."

Garlotti looked up. "Sure thing, Colonel."

"Oh, and do the whole drill, will you?"

Garlotti caught Hogan's meaning and nodded.

Hogan walked away to, "So, Lee, what unit were you from before you got shot down?" Hogan slapped the entrance to their tunnel and climbed down. He straightened his bomber jacket and went in search of Kinch or Baker. He found Baker in the radio room. Hogan looked around, puzzled.

"Where's Kinch?" he asked Baker.

Baker looked up. "Oh, he's upstairs translating LeBeau's French tirade to the others."

Hogan rolled his eyes. Those boys would never stop teasing LeBeau about his cooking. "Baker, get me all the information you can on the new man. He seems clean, but we never can be too sure."

"Sure thing, Colonel."

Hogan headed upstairs. He motioned Carter over. "Carter, make friends with the new guy, will you? Don't tell him anything about our operation, okay?"

"You got it, boy. I mean, Colonel."

Hogan shook his head and smiled. If anybody could gain the confidence and trust of this new man, it would be Carter. The kid could put anyone at ease. He made friends quicker than you could say "Hi. Nice to meet you."