Then we'll have to find the nearest dressing station.

I suppose you got lost in this forest.

I been in the German forest myself," he added; "it's fine--better than this.

I got to admit they've got fine lakes there." Whether he said this by way of comforting the stranger--though he knew the man understood but little of it--or just out of the blunt honesty which refused to twist everything German into a thing of evil, it would be hard to say.

He had about him that quality of candor which could not be shaken even by righteous enmity.
Tearing two strips from his shirt, he used the narrower one to make a tourniquet, which he tied above the man's ankle.
"If you haven't got poison in it, it won't be so bad," he said.