"Yes," was the reply. "But our captain tells us that the English wear that uniform to make us think that the Americans have arrived in France."
A grin went around the circle of listeners.
"You blawsted, bloody Britisher," chuckled Bart, giving Frank a poke in the ribs.
"Where's my bally monocle, old top?" whispered Frank, while Billy and
Tom grew red in the face from trying to control their merriment.
The captain himself had all he could do to maintain his gravity.
"Do you believe your captain when he tells you that?" he inquired.
"I must believe him," answered the prisoner simply.
"There's discipline for you," muttered Billy.
"Such childlike faith," murmured Tom.
"But even if the Americans are not already here," persisted the captain, "don't you believe they are coming?"