THE MEN FROM TROY
"But I believe what frightened me was the fright of the Turks, and you know they're difficult people to frighten. They screamed out 'Ginny! Ginny!'—which is queer enough, when you come to think of it—and then, poor . . . fellows, there were no Turks. They were gone; and I knew I was as white as paper. But it was like flaming, burning fire eating them up alive.
"What makes me sorry is that in the confusion of it all I couldn't make out what happened to my pal and his lot; the mist came on very thick, and I lost sight of them."
"But, look here," began the chaplain. "Do you mean"
And then the nurse came and smiled and beckoned the soldier indoors.
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