ON A GERMAN PRISONER TRAIN At last he fell asleep.

When he awoke the sun was shining in his face.

He was alone, for his bed-fellows of the night were already astir.

They had tucked him in as warmly as possible before leaving him.
Closing his eyes, Dick slumbered again.

When he next opened his eyes he sat up.
"Good morning, comrade!" called one of the two between whom he had slept.
"Ah, good morning," Prescott answered in French, and stood up.
"My, but the mattress in this bed is a beastly one." The officer who addressed him, a young man of twenty-five or so, laughed good-humoredly.
"What time is breakfast to be had here ?" Dick asked.
"I fear, comrade, that we shall not have any this morning, for the news is that we are to be entrained to-day and sent away." "To Germany ?" "It must be.