Eight o'clock struck and a bugle call,
desolately thin in the wet air,
floated from the distant barracks.
The superintendent of the jail, who was standing apart from the rest of us,
moodily prodding the gravel with his stick,
raised his head at the sound.
He was an army doctor,
with a grey toothbrush moustache and a gruff voice.
'For God's sake hurry up, Francis,' he said irritably. 'The man ought to have been dead by this time.
Aren't you ready yet?'
Eight o'clock struck and a bugle call, desolately thin in the wet air, floated from the distant barracks. The superintendent of the jail, who was standing apart from the rest of us, moodily prodding the gravel with his stick, raised his head at the sound. He was an army doctor, with a grey toothbrush moustache and a gruff voice. 'For God's sake hurry up, Francis,' he said irritably. 'The man ought to have been dead by this time. Aren't you ready yet?'
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