The Hosts of the Air by Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander) Altsheler
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but he cleaned and dressed the wound and said the patient was in such a
healthy condition that he would be entirely well again in a short time. He's only a young boy, isn't he, Scott?" "Yes, I suppose that's why I have such a fatherly feeling for him." "That, or because you brought him in from sure death. We're always attached to anyone we save." "I mean to have him exchanged and sent back to his mother in Austria. He's bound to have a mother there and she'll thank me though she may never see me. I wish these pleasant Austrians had more sense." Kratzek opened his eyes and looked blankly at the two young men. He strove to rise, but fell back with a low sigh of pain. Then he closed his eyes, but John saw the muscles of his face working. "He's trying to remember," whispered Carstairs. Memory came back to Kratzek in a few moments, and he opened his eyes again. "I was saved by somebody last night and I think it was you," he said, looking at John. "I want to say to you that I am very grateful. I do not wish to appear boastful, but I have relatives in both the Austrian and German armies who are very powerful--ours is both a North German and South German house, and East German, too." "That is, it's _wohlgeboren_ and _hochwohlgeboren_," said Wharton, who appeared at that moment. |
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