Peter slowly got his body raised and his knees drawn under him, and reached for his prey.
He got him.

A head was pulled backward over the edge of the trench, and he felt in the air the motion of the left arm pawing feebly but unable to reach behind.
'Be still,' whispered Peter in German; 'I mean you no harm.

We are friends of the same purpose.

Do you speak German ?' '_Nein_,' said a muffled voice.
'English ?' 'Yes,' said the voice.
'Thank God,' said Peter.

'Then we can understand each other.