10/22 His head was in the old manner hanging forward upon his breast. His knees wobbled. "Now, Henry," he said, "let's have look at yer ol' head." The youth sat obediently and the corporal, laying aside his rifle, began to fumble in the bushy hair of his comrade. He was obliged to turn the other's head so that the full flush of the fire light would beam upon it. He puckered his mouth with a critical air. |