"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. And on embarkation mornings no food is served."
"They start us away hungry?" Dick asked.
"Always, so I have been told. But you are not missing much, comrade,
for you are not yet accustomed to the food the Germans feed their
prisoners, and no one eats much of it until he has been hungry
for a few days. Then something like an appetite for the stuff comes
to one."
Finding himself somewhat chilled and cramped Prescott began to go
briskly through some of the Army setting-up exercises.
"That is a fine thing to warm the blood," said one of the French
officers, "but I warn you that it will make you hungry."
The other French officers now came forward to make themselves
known to the only American officer in this prison camp.
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