It was kind of embarrassing, standing around there like that, and wondering, so we went down into the cabin to talk.
“If the soldiers over in France,” says Catty, “could get through barbed wire entanglements, and make trench raids, and capture prisoners, I guess we can get through a single wire fence.”
“But what would we do with prisoners?” says I.
“We wouldn’t take prisoners,” he says, “we’d just get information.”
“But there’ll be guards.”
“So were there guards over in the trenches,” says he.
“Well,” says I, “I don’t like the idea much.”
“We’ve got to do it. It’s our duty.”
“Oh, it’s our duty, eh? That’s a different matter. I s’pose we’ll have to go then.”
“Tonight,” says he. “Maybe we can borrow some wire cutters of Tom.”