The nearest Boche gave a glowering look at the word _Fritzie_, but otherwise paid no attention.
"We were on our way to German headquarters, anyway," Roscoe added, addressing himself indifferently to the soldiers, "but we're glad of your company.

The more, the merrier.

Young Daniel Boone here was leading the way." The Germans, of course, did not understand, but Tom felt ashamed of his companion's cynical bravado.

The insults to himself he did not mind.

His thoughts were fixed on something else.
On they went, into a marshy area where Tom looked more apprehensively at the officer than before, as if he feared the character of the ground might arouse the suspicion of his captors.