Just for the attempt of this comrade of yours, gentlemen, you shall have no breakfast in the morning." The door was moved quickly into place, the padlock snapped, and then the guard turned to other matters.
Not a French officer in that car but would sooner have died than betray the fact that Dick had slipped out of sight.

Though they themselves were still in the car, they prayed that he might find either safety from the Germans, or that better thing than captivity, death.
As for Captain Prescott, he had slipped into a field beyond.
When he halted to peer about he was perhaps sixty feet from the train.

Moving cautiously he made the distance another hundred feet.

Yet he did not dare to go far at present, nor rapidly.
"I'm out of the car, if nothing more," Dick reflected, inhaling a deep breath of the foggy air.

"I shall always feel grateful to that German engineer.