With flint and steel and tinder, they soon had a blaze going in the sequestered hollow they had chosen, and the smell of savory roast presently delighted their fancy.
They ate their fill for the first time in weeks be it remarked.

If they only had a bottle of the famous wine of the country to wash it down they would have feasted like kings.
"So far," said the grenadier, when he could eat no more, "our expedition has been successful.

If those youngsters down at Nogent could only smell this pig there would be no holding them." "I think it would be well to cook as much of it as we can carry with us.

I don't know when we may get any more." "That is well thought on," agreed the old soldier.

"Always provide for the next meal when you can." "And, with what's left, as we can't be far from the hut, we'll give those two poor Russians something to eat." "You're too tender-hearted, my lad," said Bullet-Stopper, his face clouded, "ever to be a great soldier, I am afraid." On an expedition of this kind rank was forgotten, and the humble subordinate again assumed the role of the advisor.