We've caught and killed some of them, but there are still a few abroad.

Take no chances with them.

If I were in your place I should be ready to shoot first." We asked him how the surviving populace of Louvain was behaving.
"Oh, we have them--like that!" he said with a laugh, and clenched his hand up in a knot of knuckles to show what he meant.

"They know better than to shoot at a German soldier now; but if looks would kill we'd all be dead men a hundred times a day." And he laughed again.
Of course it was none of our business; but it seemed to us that if we were choosing a man to pacify and control the ruined people of ruined Louvain this square-headed, big-fisted captain would not have been our first choice.
It began to rain hard as our automobile moved through the wreckage- strewn street which, being followed, would bring us to the homeward road--home in this instance meaning Germany.

The rain, soaking into the debris, sent up a sour, nasty smell, which pursued us until we had cleared the town.