"Shut up; taisez-vous!" called Harry, sleepily.
"Let 'em wait till morning," said Ginger. "Give me some grub. Don't want nothing else in all this wide world. I've got a fang, as you call it. J'ai fang, comprenny?"
"Ah oui! Vous allez manger tout votre soûl."
"Cheese'll do for me ... What O!"
The door had opened, and Harry appeared, blinking.
"What's all this? ... Great Scot! Where on earth ... I say, Ken, it's Ginger!"
"Shut up and go to sleep."
"It's Ginger, I tell you. Wake up, man. In a German uniform!"
"Ginger, did you say?" cried Kenneth, joining him. "Well, I'm jiggered!"
Ginger, a spoon in one hand, a hunk of bread in the other, grinned as they rushed to him, clapped him on the back, shook each an arm.