Being convalescents I suppose they were not expected to get up and salute.
All but one, who was playing Patience at a little table by which we passed.

I was feeling very bad about the thing, for I hated to see these good fellows locked away in this infernal German hole when they might have been giving the Boche his deserts at the front.

The commandant went first with Peter, who had developed a great interest in prisons.

Then came our lieutenant with one of the doctors; then a couple of warders; and then the second doctor and myself.

I was absent-minded at the moment and was last in the queue.
The Patience-player suddenly looked up and I saw his face.