You will stay here with the other prisoners under guard.
I hope to see you again." With these polite words the young officer rode back to his chief, and John's heart warmed to him because of his kindness.

Then he sat down on the grass and looked at those who were prisoners with him.

Most of them were wounded, but none seemed despondent.

All were lying down, some propped on their elbows, and they were watching and listening with the closest attention.

A half-dozen Germans, rifle in hand, stood near by.
John took his place on the grass by the side of a fair, slim young man who carried his left arm in a bandage.
"Englishman ?" said the young man.
"No, American." "But you have been fighting for us, as your uniform shows.