"Who yeh talkin' to?
Yeh th' derndest sentinel--why--hello, Henry, you here?
Why, I thought you was dead four hours ago! Great Jerusalem, they keep turnin' up every ten minutes or so! We thought we'd lost forty-two men by straight count, but if they keep on a-comin' this way, we'll git th' comp'ny all back by mornin' yit.

Where was yeh ?" "Over on th' right.

I got separated"-- began the youth with considerable glibness.
But his friend had interrupted hastily.

"Yes, an' he got shot in th' head an' he's in a fix, an' we must see t' him right away." He rested his rifle in the hollow of his left arm and his right around the youth's shoulder.
"Gee, it must hurt like thunder!" he said.
The youth leaned heavily upon his friend.

"Yes, it hurts--hurts a good deal," he replied.