click of a Maxim, off in the rocks somewhere. His watch said 12:10; could anything have miscarried up there?
Suddenly, voices above, a clatter of boots on the shale. He began shouting to them.
"Coming, coming!" He knew the voice. Gerhardt and his rifles ran down into the ravine with a bunch of prisoners. Claude called to them to be careful. "Don't strike a light! They've been shelling down here."
"All right are you, Wheeler? Where are the wounded?"
"There aren't any but the Doctor and me. Get us out of here quick. I'm all right, but I can't walk."
They put Claude on a stretcher and sent him ahead. Four big Germans carried him, and they were prodded to a lope by Hicks and Dell Able. Four of their own men took up the doctor, and Gerhardt walked beside him. In spite of their care, the motion started the blood again and tore away the clots that had formed over his wounds. He began to vomit blood and to strangle. The men put the stretcher down. Gerhardt lifted the Doctor's head. "It's over," he said presently. "Better make the best time you can."
They picked up their load again. "Them that are carrying him now won't jolt him," said Oscar, the pious Swede.
B Company lost nineteen men in the raid. Two days later the Company went off on a ten-day leave. Claude's sprained ankle was twice its natural size, but to avoid being sent to the hospital he had to march to the railhead. Sergeant Hicks got him a giant shoe he found stuck on the barbed wire entanglement. Claude and Gerhardt were going off on their leave together.
