He limped along in his high dragoon boots, walking with the wide-legged gait of one who had bestraddled leather for many hours and was sore from it.

His horse, which he led by the bridle, stumbled with weariness.

A proud boy scout was serving as his guide.

He was the only soldier of any army, except the Belgian, we had seen so far, and we halted our car and watched him until he disappeared.
However, seeing one tired French dragoon was not seeing the war; and we chafed that night at the delay which kept us penned as prisoners in this handsome, outwardly quiet city.

As we figured it we might be housed up here for days or weeks and miss all the operations in the field.