"Somme dreadful place, dreadful war, Captain."
"Very!"
"It is not fighting now; it is murder, both sides murder—yah."
"Have you been to the front yet?"
"No; don't want to, either; don't like soldiering. German people sick of war; but got to do what we are told. Captain, you and I could settle it in five minutes."
"I'm not so sure; it's nearly settled me."
As the weeks passed by I began anxiously and earnestly to wait for news of my exchange; but three weeks went, and the fourth and fifth week passed, and still no news. About the seventh week Saniez burst into the ward one morning and rushed up to my bed.
"Bon jour, Capitaine. Good, good! Office, quick," and he began hurriedly dressing me.
I was to report to the office at once. I had been waiting for this, and dreaming of this moment for weeks.
Saniez knew it too, and as I went through the door I heard him shout: