"I'm not anxious to get killed, but I'd rather be in the battle than wait.

I wonder if I'll meet anywhere on the front that company to which I belong, the Strangers." "I think I've heard of them," said de Rougemont, "a body of Americans and Englishmen, volunteers in the French service, commanded by Captain Daniel Colton." "Right you are, and I've two particular friends in that company--I suppose they've rejoined it--Wharton, an American, and Carstairs, an Englishman.

We went through a lot of dangers together before we reached the British army near Mons, and I'd like to see them again." "Maybe you will, but here comes an extraordinary procession." They heard many puffing sounds, uniting in one grand puffing chorus, and saw advancing down a white road toward them a long, ghostly train, as if a vast troop of extinct monsters had returned to earth and were marching this way.

But John knew very well that it was a train of automobiles and raising the glasses that he now always carried he saw that they were empty except for the chauffeurs.
General Vaugirard began to whistle his mellowest and most musical tune, stopping only at times to mutter a few words under his breath.

John surmised that he was expressing deep satisfaction, and that he had been waiting for the motor train.