"Ah! Yes, work hard, as I have worked for years, and you too, no doubt, my comrade, work for the Kaiser and the Fatherland."
Down below American battalions were dismissing—those fine Americans who had come four thousand miles across the Atlantic to meet the barbarians of the twentieth century—were strolling off to their bivouacs, their cook-houses, their rest-huts, and so on. Not one, perhaps, suspected that so near at hand lay the spy for whom their general was searching; not one, as he cast an eye upward and caught a glimpse of that picturesque yet half-shattered tower, realized that there lay the man whom they were seeking; and he, this Heinrich and the odious creature by his side, boded no good to these gallant men who had come to stand beside the British and their allies.
CHAPTER XVIII In Search of Liberty
"Getting nearer Germany," said Jim laconically.
Larry kicked the sides of the cattle-truck in which they were incarcerated, pulled that tin hat of his down over his brow—his unconscious yet characteristic habit—scowled and then grinned.
Nobby got angry; he doubled his fist, projected his head until his face was within a few inches of Larry, and growled something at him.
"You're always laughin'—you, Larry," he said. "If we gits into a tight hole, 'stead o' bein' serious-like all the time, you gits a-laughin'. Now, look 'ere!"
Bill took the huge fellow by the shoulder and pulled him back.