“We were up in the Vosges.”
“Know Harrity?”
“He was down in Verdun with us.”
“That was rather hot, wasn’t it?”
“Quite hot enough.”
“Shucks! I don’t believe there’s any danger,” said a voice.
“If they sank us, it would mean war, sure.”
“That is, if it could be proved: and what chance would there be of proving it, a night like this?”
“Guess that’s sense, too; besides, there’s always a chance at a mine.”