Upon searching him, they found some papers—I was near the commander of Ornes, when an officer approached with them.
In a leather case there was a letter written on very plain paper.
"Can you read German, Capart?"
"Yes——"
"Read, then——"
Slowly I read a simple letter from a mother to her child.
"Your young brother Louis is not discreet, so we must tell him he cannot see you on your next vacation. The work at Ruhr is very hard now and everyone complains. We need many things badly, and, above all, miss you—When is it all going to be over?"
"Stop!" said the major. "They brought on this war. They suffer? So much the better!"
"It is up to us now to kill these wolves and their young—and here's one. Get every one you can, men! Let the she-wolves howl in anguish!"