"My no tinkey so," said Jack. "Japanese, he fetchee plenty big guns; he come this-side chop-chop."
"Ach, ich Unglücklicher!" Schwab hastily dropped back into safety. "Nefer shall I leave ze Vaterland again. But I shall not return; Düsseldorf shall zee me no more; no; I haf a bresentiment; I feel it here."
Jack, following the movement of his employer's hand, made a suggestion.
"P'laps masta he belongey hungly; p'laps he want-chee chow-chow." He offered him a biscuit.
Schwab shook his head dismally.
"No, no; I haf no abbedide."
"My eat he."
Nibbling the biscuit, Jack, in a lull of the firing, ventured to leave the trench. A moment later he called to Schwab.
"My hab catchee one-piecee pictul. Japanese lunning long-side kowliang; littee littee black t'ings inside gleen stalks."
"Gott sei dank! I shall not die vizout agomblishing somezink for ze Vaterland. Ach! zere is anozer!"