Holland! We stood and looked at one another silently, then retreated a few steps.
“Cheers, boys,” I said. “Hip, hip, hip—”
Three feeble cheers seemed to be immediately swallowed up in the darkness. How thin, weak, and far away our voices sounded!
Then we turned, to make our way to the nearest village.
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We had only gone a few steps when a man came running after us. His Dutch and our German made conversation possible. Kent was rather good at understanding and imparting his meaning.
“Orlog gefangenen?” the man asked.