"Phil Rowland."
"Rowlan'?" He puzzled over the pronunciation slowly
"Rowland. I am an American."
"Ah--American!"
"My mother was Italian----"
"But American. How happens it that you are here in this uniform?"
"I'm a citizen of the world, a nomad. I like adventure. And so when the war broke out I sailed and joined the Foreign Legion."
"The Legion! A regiment of young devils. It is madness. A mad cause--to what end?"
"That France may live."
"Ah, yes." And then, suddenly, "You join the Legion soon again?"