They never interfered till the attempt was actually made and then they had them on toast.

There was nothing the Boche liked so much as an excuse for sending a poor devil to 'solitary'.
That afternoon Peter and I separated.

He was left behind with the lieutenant and I was sent off to the station with my bag in the company of a Landsturm sergeant.

Peter was very cross, and I didn't care for the look of things; but I brightened up when I heard I was going somewhere with Stumm.

If he wanted to see me again he must think me of some use, and if he was going to use me he was bound to let me into his game.