"All the worse if it was arranged beforehand!"
Breton, who had joined us, took us to a clump of trees. When we got there he said:
"Look here!"
A German officer was standing up leaning lightly against a shield. His field-glasses were up to his eyes, and he seemed to be gazing through the opening.
Was he alive or dead? We hesitated but soon found out when we got nearer.
"Rather neat, what?" said Breton.
While ferreting about near by, Guillaumin came across a shell-hole. He exclaimed:
"The work of the 75's. No wound, apparently. Simply the effect of the concussion."
Then with a knowing wink: