"Come on," he said, "you little cuss. You're the only one that has
the stuff we went out after. I'm going to carry you in, 'spite of
hell."

And he did it.

Mitchell told the full story of the change in the direction of the
German mine and the plan of the next assault, as he had heard it
through that lost receiver. The captain said it was information
of the highest value. It counted up to a couple of hundred German
prisoners and three machine-guns in the next two days.

Rosenlaube, still alive, was brought in just before daybreak by a
volunteer rescue-party under the guidance of Phipps-Herrick. All
three were cited in the despatches. Phipps-Herrick in due time
received the Distinguished Service Cross for gallantry on the field.
But Mitchell had the surplus satisfaction of the hearing ear.

"Look here, old man," Rosenlaube said to him as they lay side by
side in the hospital, "'member our talk in the dugout just before
our big night? Well, I allow there was something in what you
said. There are times when it is a good thing to know a bit of
that barbarous German language. And you never can tell when one of
those times may hit you."