Night was spreading once more over the vast battle field, stretching over thirty leagues maybe.

The common soldier knew nothing, majors and colonels knew little more, but the silent man whose invisible hand had swept the gigantic German army back from Paris knew much.

While the fire of the artillery continued under the searchlights the exhausted infantry sank down.

Then the telephones began to talk over a vast stretch of space, dazzling white lights made signals, the sputtering wireless sent messages in the air, and the flying machines shot through the heavens.

Commanders talked to one another in many ways now, and they would talk all through the night.
John and his comrades ate supper, while most of the Strangers slept around them.