I hoped we would strike Sandy's quarters soon, for we were all pretty empty, and a frost had set in which made our thick coats seem as thin as paper.
The lieutenant did the guiding.

We had to present our passports, and I anticipated no more difficulty than in landing from the boat at Boulogne.

But I wanted to get it over, for my hunger pinched me and it was fearsome cold.

Still the guns went on, like hounds baying before a quarry.

The city was out of range, but there were strange lights on the ridge to the east.
At last we reached our goal and marched through a fine old carved archway into a courtyard, and thence into a draughty hall.
'You must see the _Sektionschef_,' said our guide.