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A torch, flashing in Peter’s face, recalled him to a moment’s consciousness. A voice asked:

“How are we going to get him up those steps, sir?”

Answered another voice: “Tote him on a blanket if we can find one, Bombardier.”

Said Peter Jameson: “That’s you, isn’t it, Henry?”

“Yes.”

“Well—all I can say is”—the words were hardly audible—“that—it’s—damn—sporting—of—you—to—have—come....”

Then he fainted again: leaving Charles Henry, American Citizen, to puzzle out the exact meaning of the sentence as he had puzzled his way through the barrages on TrÔnes Wood.

PART TWENTY-SIX
BROKEN MEN

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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