Monday brought word of a definite declaration of war between Germany and France, and of the growing danger that England, too, might be involved.
And all of Sunday and all of Monday supplies of all sorts poured through the little village in an unceasing stream.

Motor cars and trucks were to be seen in abundance, and Fred caught his first glimpse, which was not to be his last, of the wonderful German field kitchens, in the mighty ovens of which huge loaves of bread were being baked even while the whole clumsy looking apparatus was on the move.

But it only looked clumsy.

Like everything else about the German army, this was a practical and efficient, well tried device.
Then suddenly, early on Tuesday, he was told that he was free to go, or would be by nightfall.

And that day all signs of the German army, save a small force of Uhlans, vanished from the village.