It was in the region of Salzburg that his great Odyssey had begun, and now it seemed that chance, after many a curve through the smoke of battle, was taking him back there.
"I'm off duty, Castel, and I'll be glad to go with you," he heard Scheller saying.

"Beer is always welcome and I think you're a good fellow.

It's too bad the blood of your forefathers was French, but it's had a German stiffening under our rule." "The German spirit is strong and the Kaiser's armies are mighty," said John sincerely.

"Now we'll hurry to the inn and have our beer." Scheller was not loath, and before the great fire John toasted his health in a huge foaming mug, and Scheller toasted back again.

Then the sergeant gave him a grip of his mighty hand and told him good-by.
"I like you, Castel, lad," he said, "and whatever you want I hope you'll get it." John, imaginative at all times, but with his nerves keyed to the highest pitch now, took it as an omen.