In the little house across the road a light burned.

Little did Tom Slade know what was going on there, and what it would mean to him.

And still the American boys guarding this approach down into the town, moved to and fro, to and fro, in the darkness.
"Tom," said Roscoe, "I was a fool again, just like I was before, back home in America.

Will you try to forget it, old man ?" he added.
"There ain't anything to forget," said Tom, "I got to be thankful I found you; that's the only thing I'm thinking about and--and--that we didn't let the Germans get us.

If you like a feller you don't mind about what he says.