No, he at any rate had not wanted the war. He was a skilled mechanic in one of the munition factories. There had been a strike on account of bad conditions and he had been one of the leaders. The Government had seized him and bundled him off to the front. He was glad to be captured. After the war the Kaiser would see that men were born to be something else than cannon fodder.
"Well," remarked Frank as they moved along, "there's one fellow at least that doesn't cry: 'Hoch the Kaiser.'"
"Seems good to see it so full," remarked Bart with great satisfaction, as he saw the large number of Germans who had been captured in the fierce fighting of the day before.
"If only the Kaiser and the Crown Prince were in that bunch," sighed
Tom.
"That's a pleasure still to come," replied Frank. "But where's the fellow that tried to stab Bart? I don't see him anywhere. Seems as though the party isn't complete without him."
They made inquiry of one of the guards.
"Oh, that one," replied the guard. "They've roped him out from the rest of these mavericks and given him a hut all by himself. I guess he's thinking of making his will. I hear they're going to have him out before a drumhead in the morning."
"Which hut is it?" asked Frank, as his eye took in a little group of shacks at the further end of the field.
"That end one down by the big tree." The guard pointed it out with the point of his bayonet.
They went down in that direction, and as they neared the hut saw that it was guarded by a single sentry.