"Cross there ?" His mouth was puckered in doubt and awe.
"Certainly.

Jest 'cross th' lot! We can't stay here," screamed the lieutenant.

He poked his face close to the youth and waved his bandaged hand.

"Come on!" Presently he grappled with him as if for a wrestling bout.

It was as if he planned to drag the youth by the ear on to the assault.
The private felt a sudden unspeakable indignation against his officer.
He wrenched fiercely and shook him off.
"Come on herself, then," he yelled.