“I hope I go there too if you’re going,” said Tom, “’cause you make it seem not so bad, kind of, bein’ a prisoner.”
“Hi, Fritzie!” the sailor called. “I got me reward for ’eroism!”
But apparently the German soldier could not appreciate these frivolous references to the sacred iron cross, for he glowered upon the young Englishman, and turned away with a black look.
“Hi, Fritzie, cawrn’t yer tike a joke?” the sailor persisted.
Tom thought it must be much better fun to be an English soldier than a German soldier. And he thought this good-natured prisoner would be able to hold his own even against a great Yankee drive—of jollying.
[3] England.