“It is death to help him,” said the Baas.
“For you, yes; for me, no. The Germans can only disgrace me as a member of the Relief Commission. They cannot kill me.”
“He must not be left to die here, monsieur.”
“The Germans will probably search your house if we take him there.”
“He may betray us if we help him.”
“That is possible. But you see he is very weak—almost dead.”
“He may be a spy.”
“That again is possible. But see! He has eaten twigs!”
“He is a damned pig of a German!”