“But gosh, man, with a trade like that you can always make a living anywhere.” “You're goddam right, I could, but a guy has to live underground, like a rabbit, at this game. If I could git to a country where I could walk around like a man, I wouldn't give a damn what happened. If the army ever moves out of here an' the goddam M.P.'s, I'll set up in business in one of these here little towns. I can parlee pretty well. I'd juss as soon marry a French girl an' git to be a regular frawg myself. After the raw deal they've given me in the army, I don't want to have nothin' more to do with their damn country. Democracy!” He cleared his throat and spat angrily on the road before him. They walked on silently. Andrews was looking at the sky, picking out constellations he knew among the glittering masses of stars. “Why don't you try Spain or Italy?” he said after a while. “Don't know the lingo. No, I'm going to Scotland.” “But how can you get there?” “Crossing on the car ferries to England from Havre. I've talked to guys has done it.” “But what'll you do when you do get there?” “How should I know? Live around best I can. What can a feller do when he don't dare show his face in the street?” “Anyway, it makes you feel as if you had some guts in you to be out on your own this way,” cried Andrews boisterously. “Wait till you've been at it two months, boy, and you'll think what I'm tellin' yer.... The army's hell when you're in it; but it's a hell of a lot worse when you're out of it, at the wrong end.” “It's a great night, anyway,” said Andrews. “Looks like we ought to be findin' a haystack to sleep in.” “It'd be different,” burst out Andrews, suddenly, “if I didn't have friends here.” “O, you've met up with a girl, have you?” asked Eddy ironically. “Yes. The thing is we really get along together, besides all the rest.” Eddy snorted. “I bet you ain't ever even kissed her,” he said. “Gee, I've had buddies has met up with that friendly kind. I know a guy married one, an' found out after two weeks.” “It's silly to talk about it. I can't explain it.... It gives you confidence in anything to feel there's someone who'll always understand anything you do.” “I s'pose you're goin' to git married.” “I don't see why. That would spoil everything.” Eddy whistled softly. They walked along briskly without speaking for a long time, their steps ringing on the hard road, while the dome of the sky shimmered above their heads. And from the ditches came the singsong shrilling of toads. For the first time in months Andrews felt himself bubbling with a spirit of joyous adventure. The rhythm of the three green horsemen that was to have been the prelude to the Queen of Sheba began rollicking through his head. “But, Eddy, this is wonderful. It's us against the universe,” he said in a boisterous voice. “You wait,” said Eddy.