midnight
Had the Germans , as Henri said , merely shifted the water , by some clever engineering , to the Belgian trenches , or was there some bigger thing on hand ? What , for instance , if they were about to attempt to drain the inundation , smash the Belgian line , and march by the Dunkirk road to Calais ? So , that night while Henri jested about Pierre 's right elbow and watched Sara Lee for a smile , he had difficult work before him . Sometime near midnight he slipped away . Jean was waiting in the street , and wrung the boy 's hand . `` I could go with you , '' he said rather wistfully . `` You do n't speak their ugly tongue . ''