And tell them I don't envy the feelings of the fellow who spiked him.

Tell them that first.' I did so.
'Then you can tell 'em,' he resumed, 'that the fellow, Goggle--what's his name ?--wants to see some of them before he gets his marching orders.

If I got it right, he wants to kiss or embrace you, or some sickening stuff.
Got that?
Then here's a list he's had written, and you'd better read it out to them--I can't make head or tail of your beastly names--and they can answer _present_, and fall in against that wall.' It was with a singular movement of incongruous feelings that I read the first name on the list.

I had no wish to look again on my own handiwork; my flesh recoiled from the idea; and how could I be sure what reception he designed to give me?
The cure was in my own hand; I could pass that first name over--the doctor would not know--and I might stay away.

But to the subsequent great gladness of my heart, I did not dwell for an instant on the thought, walked over to the designated wall, faced about, read out the name 'Champdivers,' and answered myself with the word 'Present.' There were some half dozen on the list, all told; and as soon as we were mustered, the doctor led the way to the hospital, and we followed after, like a fatigue party, in single file.