"The Loison and the Othain."
"What are they?"
"Tributaries of the Meuse. They both join the Chiers, near Montmédy."
"You are well up in it."
He smiled; he was going in to lie down as usual.
The firing was still going on. I said to Bouillon:
"We may be going up one of these days!"
"Where to?"
"Into the firing line."