John watched him as he strode away, a fine, straight young figure.

He had found him a most likable man, and he was bound to admit that there was much in the German character to admire.

But for the present it was--in his view--a Germany misled.
The prisoners numbered perhaps six hundred, and at least half of them were wounded.

John soon learned that the hurt usually suffered in stoical silence.

It was so in the great American civil war, and it was true now in the great European war.
Rough food was brought to them by German guards, and those who were able drank at the brook.