"Well," said he, "they won't mistake me for any of you, nor any of you for me--not even if I should grow whiskers!" He laughed at that joke for about two minutes, slapping me on the thigh again and laughing all the louder when I showed my teeth.

Then he drew out a flask of some kind of pungent spirits from his pocket, and offered it to me.

When I refused he drank the whole of it himself and flung the glass flask through the window.

Then he settled himself in the corner from which he had ousted me, put his feet on the edge of the seat opposite, and prepared to sleep.

But before very long our German staff officer shouted for him and he went in great haste, a station official opening the door for him and locking us in again afterward.