The wounded man scrambled hastily for the top of the ridge without
devoting any glances to the direction from whence the bullets came, and the
other man followed at an equal pace, but he was different in that he looked
back anxiously three times. This is merely the way -- often -- of the hit
and the unhit.
Timothy Lean filled the shovel, hesitated, and then in a movement which
was like a gesture of abhorrence, he flung the dirt into the grave, and as
it landed it made a sound -- plop. Lean suddenly paused and mopped his brow
-- a tired laborer.
"Perhaps we have been wrong," said the adjutant. His glance wavered
stupidly. "It might have been better if we hadn't buried him just
at this time. Of course, if we advance to-morrow, the body would have been-- "
"Damn you," said Lean. "Shut your mouth. He was not the senior officer."
He again filled the shovel and flung in the earth. . . . . For a space,
Lean worked frantically, like a man digging himself out of danger. . . .
Soon there was nothing to be seen but the chalk-blue face. Lean filled the
shovel. . . . "Good Good [sic]," he cried to the adjutant, why didn't you
turn him somehow when you put him in? This -- "
The adjutant understood. He was pale to the lips. "Go on, man," he cried,
The wounded man scrambled hastily for the top of the ridge withoutdevoting any glances to the direction from whence the bullets came, and theother man followed at an equal pace, but he was different in that he lookedback anxiously three times. This is merely the way -- often -- of the hitand the unhit.Timothy Lean filled the shovel, hesitated, and then in a movement whichwas like a gesture of abhorrence, he flung the dirt into the grave, and asit landed it made a sound -- plop. Lean suddenly paused and mopped his brow-- a tired laborer."Perhaps we have been wrong," said the adjutant. His glance waveredstupidly. "It might have been better if we hadn't buried him justat this time. Of course, if we advance to-morrow, the body would have been-- ""Damn you," said Lean. "Shut your mouth. He was not the senior officer."He again filled the shovel and flung in the earth. . . . . For a space,Lean worked frantically, like a man digging himself out of danger. . . .Soon there was nothing to be seen but the chalk-blue face. Lean filled theshovel. . . . "Good Good [sic]," he cried to the adjutant, why didn't youturn him somehow when you put him in? This -- "The adjutant understood. He was pale to the lips. "Go on, man," he cried,
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