Four sons I have and a nephew away yonder," he added, waving his hand southwards.

"That is why I dig alone.

Why do you not send us more soldiers, Monsieur l'Anglais ?" "Wait but a little time longer," Thomson answered cheerfully.
The old man looked sadly at his ruined barn.
"It is always 'wait,'" he muttered, "and one grows old and tired.
Bonjour, monsieur!" The car passed on again and suddenly dropped into a little protected valley.

They came to a standstill before a tiny chateau, in front of which stretched what might once have been an ornamental garden, but which was now torn to pieces by gun carriages, convoy waggons, and every description of vehicle.

From the top of the house stretched many wires.
A sentry stood at the iron gates and passed Major Thomson after a perfunctory challenge.