"Herr General," said he.
"Not the Americans ?" "Herr General--gun." Then suddenly there flashed into Tom's mind something he had heard about German artillerymen being chained to their guns.

So that was it.

And some French gunner, or an American maybe, had unconsciously set this poor wretch free by smashing his chain with a shell.
"You're in the French lines," Tom said.

"Did you mean to come here?
You're a prisoner." "Ach, diss iss petter," the man said, only half understanding.
"Yes, I guess it is," said Tom.

"I'll bind your foot up and then I'll take that chain off if I can and bind your wrist.