The figure of the lonely man at the desk, who was thinking and working while others were asleep, haunted him, and he wondered.
As he came to the tent from which he had been led more than an hour before, he again saw the officer who had given the command which had ended in the scene we have just described.
"Whom have I been speaking to?" he asked, as the officer entered the tent with him.
"Didn't you recognise him?"
"I fancied I did, but I dared not think I was right."
"You've been speaking to the Emperor of Germany," was the reply.
"I'm glad I spoke my mind," Bob said.
CHAPTER XX
During the three days which followed the one on which he was captured, Bob's experiences were difficult to explain. He found himself being moved farther and farther away from the English lines; but he knew nothing of what was taking place, neither could he understand why he was treated with such kindness and consideration.
He had expected to be immediately forwarded to some dirty German prison, where he would suffer the same fate as many of his English comrades. Instead of which, however, he might almost have been a guest of honour.