A soldier had pointed him out.
He had placed the note in the doctor's hand.
"Did he read it ?" we asked.
"Surely.

He read it, and then showed it to the other officers." "What did they say ?" "They laughed and said nothing." It seemed pretty obvious that Kazimoto had made a mistake in some way.
Perhaps he had visited the non-commissioned officers' mess.
"I'll go myself," announced Will.

"I can sling the German language like a barkeep.

Bet you I'm back here with a doctor inside of three minutes!" He strode off like Sir Galahad in football shorts, and was passed through the gate by the sentry almost unchallenged.

But he was gone more than fifteen minutes, and came back at last with his ears crimson.
Nor would he answer our questions.
"Shall I go ?" suggested Fred.
"Not unless you like insolence! We passed the camping-ground, it seems, on our way in.