I cannot endure the great strain, but I can drive the cattle." "Oh, well, if that is so, you serve us better by sticking to your trade.
Lieutenant Schmidt, give him food and drink, and then I'll prepare for him a pass through the lines that will take him part of the way to Metz.
He'll have to get other passes as he goes along." John saluted and thanked Colonel Stratz, and then he and Lieutenant Schmidt approached one of the great German kitchen automobiles.

It was easy to play the role of a simple and honest peasant, and while he drank good beer and ate good cheese and sausage, he and Lieutenant Schmidt became quite friendly.
Schmidt asked him many questions.

He wanted to know if he had been near the French lines, and John laughingly replied that he had been altogether too near.

Three rifle bullets fired from some hidden point had whizzed very close to him, and he had run for his life.
"I shall take care never to get lost again," he said, "and I intend to keep well behind our army.

The battle line is not the place for Jean Castel.