"Certainly not," I said. "Give us credit for doing something! But how are you going to get it again?"
"Our submarines will get it for us."
"Still," I said, "you must be fighting for something else, too?"
"No," he said, doggedly. "Just for the freedom of the seas."
I couldn't resist telling him a bit of news that the censor was keeping very carefully from his fellow-Germans at home.
"We sank seven of your submarines last week," I said.
He probably didn't believe that. But his face paled a bit, and his lips puckered, and he scowled. Then, as I turned away, he whipped his hand to his forehead in a stiff salute, but I felt that it was not the most gracious salute I had ever seen! Still, I didn't blame him much!
Captain Godfrey meant to show us another village that day.
"Rather an interesting spot," he said. "They differ, these French villages. They're not all alike, by any means."
Then, before long, he began to look puzzled. And finally he called a halt.