"We must sleep now," spoke the other officer. "There is little sleep be to had here in the daytime, and then we can talk."
Dick lay awake a long time. A prisoner in the hands of the Huns! All he had heard of the wretched treatment accorded prisoners by the Germans came back to him. At least he had the satisfaction of knowing that he was not a prisoner through any act of his own.
CHAPTER XX
ON A GERMAN PRISONER TRAIN
At last he fell asleep. When he awoke the sun was shining in his face. He was alone, for his bed-fellows of the night were already astir. They had tucked him in as warmly as possible before leaving him.
Closing his eyes, Dick slumbered again. When he next opened his eyes he sat up.
"Good morning, comrade!" called one of the two between whom he had slept.
"Ah, good morning," Prescott answered in French, and stood up.
"My, but the mattress in this bed is a beastly one."
The officer who addressed him, a young man of twenty-five or so, laughed good-humoredly.
"What time is breakfast to be had here?" Dick asked.