"I didn't because you needed the rest more than I did."
"Where did you say the Uhlans were?"
"In a field at the eastern edge of the wood. They are Prussians led by an officer, von Boehlen, whom I saw at Dresden before the war began. They rode into the wood to water their horses, but now they've gone back to make a camp."
"You've certainly watched well, John, and now I suppose we must run again. They follow us in the air and they follow us on the ground. This is a bad trap, John. Suppose you go to von Boehlen, tell him who you are, how you were kidnapped in a way, and throw yourself on his mercy. You'll be safe. The Germans want the friendship of the Americans."
"And desert you at such a time? Philip Lannes, you're not worthy to bear the name of the great Marshal!"
Lannes laughed in an embarrassed manner.
"It was merely an offer," he said. "I didn't expect you to accept it."
"You knew I wouldn't. Come, think quick, and tell us what we're going to do!"
"You fit fast into your new role of what you call boss, Monsieur Jean the Scott!"
"And I mean to be boss for the next five minutes. Then you will have decided how we're going to escape and you'll resume your place."