Why spoil a first-class herder to make a second-class soldier ?" He winked cunningly at Schmidt, who laughed.
"You're no great hero," said the German, "but if a man wants to take care of his skin can he be blamed for doing so?
Still, you're not so safe here." "How's that ?" asked John in assumed alarm.
"Now and then the French send shells over that mountain in front of us and when one is fired it's bound to hit somewhere.

We haven't had any at this point yet, but our time is sure to come sooner or later." "Then I think I'll be going," said John, willing to maintain his new reputation as a timid man.
Schmidt laughed again.
"Oh, no, not yet," he said.

"Your passport isn't ready, and without it you can't move.

Have another glass of this beer.

It was made in Munich, and puts heart into a man." John drank.