"I heard another good one," chimed in Billy. "A fellow wanted to enlist, and the examining board wanted to reject him because he had a cast in his eye. 'Oh, that's all right,' he drawled, 'I allus shets that eye anyway when I shoot.' That made them laugh and he got by."
In high spirits they finished their meal, and as they were off duty for the next hour or two, made their way down to that quarter of the field where the prisoners' camp was placed.
Behind the barrier at the point nearest them they saw one bulky captive, who was munching contentedly the food that had been given him, and who had none of the woe-begone expression that a man in his position is commonly expected to show.
"See him shovel it in," laughed Billy.
"He doesn't seem to have a care in the world," remarked Bart.
"Probably glad to be behind our machine guns instead of in front of them," conjectured Tom.
"Hello, Heinie!" said Frank good-naturedly.
"Hello yourself," came the answer.
"Do you speak English?" asked Frank in surprise.
"A little," replied the German, and proceeded to prove it by answering, although in rather a halting manner, the questions they put to him.