I suppose you've got relatives over in France fighting the Germans.

Maybe you've had some one killed who is dear to you." "My youngest son was killed in Flanders," said the Captain simply.
"I am sorry, sir.

Well, for every Englishman and every Frenchman who has died over there, my country ought to supply some one to take his place.
I expect to be one of those men, Captain.

I have no other excuse for coming aboard your ship as a stowaway." The Captain still eyed him narrowly.
"I believe you are honest, young man.

If I am deceived in you I shall never trust the eyes of another man as long as I live.