"The only vay to keep varm," said the old man ruefully. He took out a shining watch from his waistcoat.
"Three o'clock," said he. "In an hour it will be daylight. Oh, I think I'll try and sleep here an hour. Say, is there to eat along the road?"
I wasn't quite sure what he meant.
"Not much," I hazarded.
"Wot are you—you don't speak the langwage very goot," said the tramp.
"English."
"I am a Cherman."
The old man lay down on the plank form, resting his head on my feet, and using them for a pillow.
"How old are ye?" he went on.... "Hoh, I can give you forty years. If I were in Germany now I should be getting an army pension."