It was interesting to listen as his voice changed from a bellow to a croon, and back again a moment later to a bellow.

With training he might have made an opera singer--he had such a vocal range and such perfect control over it.

This Lieutenant Mittendorfer introduced himself to our attention by coming smartly up and saying there had been a delay about requisitioning an automobile for our use; but he thought the car would be along very shortly--and would the American gentlemen be so good as to wait?
There being nothing else to do, we decided to do as he suggested.
We chose for our place of waiting a row of seats before a taverne, and there we sat, side by side, keeping count of the guns booming in the distance, until it began to rain.

A sergeant came up then and invited us to go with him, in order that we might escape a wetting.

He waved us into the doorway of a house two doors from where we had been sitting, at the same time suggesting to us that we throw away our cigars and cigarettes.