"The English," was the prompt answer. "No," replied the captain. "We are Americans." The prisoner permitted himself an incredulous smile. "Can't you see these are American uniforms?" asked the captain, with a sweep of his arm. "Yes," was the reply. "But our captain tells us that the English wear that uniform to make us think that the Americans have arrived in France." A grin went around the circle of listeners. "You blawsted, bloody Britisher," chuckled Bart, giving Frank a poke in the ribs. "Where's my bally monocle, old top?" whispered Frank, while Billy and Tom grew red in the face from trying to control their merriment. The captain himself had all he could do to maintain his gravity. "Do you believe your captain when he tells you that?" he inquired. "I must believe him," answered the prisoner simply. "There's discipline for you," muttered Billy. "Such childlike faith," murmured Tom. "But even if the Americans are not already here," persisted the captain, "don't you believe they are coming?" "They may try to come," answered the captive doubtfully; "but if they do, they will never get here." "Why not." "Our U-boats will stop them." "That settles it," whispered Bart. "We think we're here, but we're only kidding ourselves. We _can't_ be here. Heinie says so and, of course, he knows." "What a come-on he'd be for the confidence men," gurgled Billy. "They'd sell him the Brooklyn Bridge before he'd been on shore for an hour." Questioned as to food supplies, the German admitted that their rations, although fairly good, were not so abundant as at the beginning of the war. Then with characteristic arrogance he added: "But we will have plenty to eat and drink too when we get to Paris." "I suppose your captain tells you that too," remarked the inquisitor. "Yes," was the reply. "That eternal captain again," murmured Bart. "He must be a wonder," chuckled Tom. "You've been rather a long time on the road to Paris, haven't you?" asked the captain, with a tinge of sarcasm. "Seems to me I've heard something about a banquet that was to celebrate the Crown Prince's entry into Paris a month after the war was started." A discomfited look stole over the prisoner's face. "That was Von Kluck's fault," he said sullenly. "Seems to me the French army had something to do with it too," whispered Frank to Bart. "What does your captain tell you your armies are fighting for?" continued the questioner. "To give Germany her place in the sun," answered the prisoner without hesitation. "That seems to be a stock phrase of the Huns," whispered Billy. "I'll bet it's part of the lesson taught in every German school." A few more questions followed, but failed to elicit any information of special importance, and the prisoner was dismissed, to have his place taken by some of his comrades.