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They carried hih the wood on to the road He lay inert, huo slowly, so slowly that they could see the wounded and the Red Cross ed road swayed and sith the swinging bulge of the stretcher as they staggered The shafts kept on slipping and slipping; her grasp closed, tighter and tighter; her arers and the palms of her hands were firone a few yards along the road when suddenly John stopped and sank his end of the stretcher, co Charlotte to lower hers too

"What did you do that for?"

"We can't, Charlotte He's too damned heavy"

"If I can, you can"

He didn'twith his queer, hypnotised eyes, at thein the middle of the road, at the red pit in the white back, at the wide, ragged lips of the wound, gaping

"For goodness' sake pick hi"

"Look here--it isn't good enough We can't get hi to leave hiot to leave him We can't let the whole lot be taken just for one "

He went on a step or two, slouching; then stood still, waiting for her, ashaed from himself, seized and driven by the fear that had possessed theeyes

She cried out--her voice sounded sharp and strange--"John--! You can't leave hi that they were only resting, now turned his head at her cry She saw his eyes shaking, palpitating with terror

"You've frightened hihtened"

She didn't really believe that John was going He went slowly, still ashaain and waited for her

"Come back," she said, "this et on"

"I tell you it isn't good enough"

"Oh, go then, if you're such a daone"

He alking backwards, his face set towards the turn of the road

"Come on, you little fool You can't carry him"