But they were lying on the grass there, dead to the world, that is, sleeping, as if they were two of the original seven sleepers." Two figures appeared on the brow of the hill, gazed at first in a puzzled manner at John and then, uttering shouts of welcome, rushed toward him.

Carstairs seized him by one hand and Wharton by the other.
"Not killed, I see," said Carstairs.
"Nor is he going to be killed," said Wharton.
"Now, where have you been ?" asked Carstairs.
"Yes, where have you been ?" asked Wharton.
"I've been taking a couple of pleasure trips with my friend, Lannes," replied John.

"Between trips I was a prisoner of the Germans, and I've seen a lot of the great battle.

Has the British army suffered much ?" A shade flitted over the face of Carstairs as he replied: "We haven't been shot up so much since Waterloo.

It's been appalling.
For days and nights we've been fighting and marching.