It was evident to the experienced eyes of the watchers that a camp was about to be pitched.

The two men stared in keen interest, with eyes alight with hatred.

What they had seen in the country they had just passed intensified that hatred, and to the natural racial antagonism, fostered by years of war, were now added bitter personal resentments.
"That's one of old Marshal Forward's divisions," said the grenadier, referring to Bluecher by his already accepted name, "but what one ?" "Russians, by the look of them," answered Marteau.
"You say well.

I have seen those green caps and green overcoats before.

Umph," answered Bullet-Stopper, making for him an extraordinarily long speech, "it was colder then than it is now, but we always beat them.