"Why not regard the whole thing as a joke?
You've done your best and nobody can blame you.

Besides, what can possibly happen?
What do you suppose they'll do to us ?" He shrugged his shoulders and his little cold blue eyes met mine.
"You will all be shot, of course," he answered.

"After that..." He shrugged his shoulders again.

But he cast no gloom; for Jeremy kept the lot of us, French too, excepting Daudet, in roars of laughter for ten miles until we reached temporary headquarters, where a born gentleman in a peaked red cap with gold on it sat on a camp-stool directing things.
He recognized Grim at the first glance and knew him for an American in British service.

He looked Grim in the eye and smiled.