He was ceasing to think of the foes as armies, but as nations in battle line.

Here stood not a French army, but France, and there stood not a German army, but Germany.
As he looked toward the left he picked out a narrow road, running between hedges, and showing but a strip of white even through the glasses.

He saw something coming along this road.

It was far away when he first noticed it, but it was coming with great speed, and he was soon able to tell that it was a man on a motor cycle.

His pulse leaped again.