"I'm Colonel Joachim Stratz, the commander of this regiment, and you must give a thorough account of yourself." John advanced willingly and saluted, feeling that the glance Colonel Stratz bent upon him was heavy and piercing.

Yet he awaited the result with confidence.

It was true that he was American, but he had been with the French so much now that he had acquired many of their tricks of manner, and his French accent was impeccable.
"You are a seller of cattle ?" said Colonel Stratz, suddenly in English.
The words of reply began to form, but John remembered himself in time.
He was a French peasant who understood no English, and giving Colonel Stratz a puzzled look he shook his head.

But he wondered what suspicion had caused the German to ask him a question in English.

He concluded it must be a mere chance.
Colonel Stratz then addressed him in German, and John replied to all his queries, speaking with a strong French accent, repeating the tale that he had told Lieutenant Schmidt, and answering everything so readily and so convincingly that Colonel Joachim Stratz, an acute and able man, was at last satisfied.
"Where do you wish to go now, Castel ?" asked the German.
"To Metz, if it please you, sir." "Wouldn't it be better for you to stay, put on a uniform, take up a rifle and fight for our Kaiser and Fatherland ?" John shook his head and put on the preternaturally wise look of the light-witted.
"I'm no soldier," he replied.
"Why weren't you called?
You're of the right age." "A little weakness of the heart.