“Nothing big since Warsaw fell. Looks as if Russia was about done,” La Mothe said.
“The war’s going into its second year,” said Cantor. “Who thought it could last a year?”
“Looks as if we might have a little war of our own one of these days. Mexico’s in need of a cleaning up,” La Mothe said.
“It’s been Germany’s year,” Potter said. “Only for the Marne—”
“It looks as if she couldn’t be beaten,” said Cantor.
“She’s got to be beaten,” Potter replied. “The sort of thing Germany stands for to-day has got to be wiped out—wiped clean off the slate.”
“Hang the war!” La Mothe said, impatiently. “Can’t we talk about anything else? When does the sawbones tell you you can come out and play with the boys, Potter?”
“In a week or two now.”
“We’ll have to pull a party for you. Welcome you back and all that. The crowd’ll be glad to see you around.”
“I’m going to work,” Potter said.