I'll tell you about her later." Then he grinned, in his silly, familiar way, showing two rows of astonishingly white, strong teeth, between the hair on lip and chin.
"Well," said I, "at any rate give some account of yourself.

What were you doing in Albania, for instance ?" "Prospecting," said he.
"In what--gold, coal, iron ?" "War," said he.

"There's going to be a hell of a bust-up one of these days--and one of these days very soon--in the Balkans.

From Scutari to Salonica to Rodosto, the whole blooming triangle--it's going to be a battlefield.

The war correspondent who goes out there not knowing his ground will be a silly ass.