"Vot goot--see!" Tom turned on his searchlight and saw crawling toward him a German soldier, hatless and coatless, whose white face seemed all the more pale and ghastly for the smear of blood upon it.

He was quite without arms, in proof of which he raised his open hands and slapped his sides and hips.

As he did so a long piece of heavy chain, which was manacled to his wrist clanged and rattled.
"Ach!" he said, shaking his head as if in agony.
"Put your hands down.

All right," said Tom.

"Can you speak English ?" "Kamerad," he repeated and shrugged his shoulders as if that were enough.
"You escape ?" said Tom, trying to make himself understood.