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They were very large and bright and black in his smooth boy's face; he had a small innocent boy's mouth that seemed to move, restless and fascinated, like his eyes Presently she saw that he was looking at her, that his eyes returned to her again and again, as if he were aware of so that fascinated hi to her now as Sutton spoke to her

"We et hi of the wounded captain

"We can't yet I'll come back for him"

"Then I'll ith him here"

"Oh no--I think--"

"I can't leave him"

"It isn't safe The place may be taken"

"I won't leave him" Sutton hesitated "I won't, Billy"

"McClane, she says she won't leave him"

"Then," McClane said, "we must take him now We'll have to make room somehow"

(To make room for him--somehow) Sutton and the soldier carried the captain out and caer, subservient alacrity to put himself at the head of the stretcher, but Sutton thrust hied his shoulders and picked up his rifle with an air of exaggerated unconcern Sutton and McClane carried out the stretcher

Charlotte was following them when the soldier stopped her

"Madeainst the trestles and stood there, groping in his pocket A dirty handkerchief, dragged up by his fu the sharp crease there was a slender smear of blood He looked down at it and pushed it back out of her sight

He had taken soive you this I found it on the battlefield"

He handed her a sraph in it and his, taken together

They were putting hiht, under the hood of the ambulance, and she waited there when the war correspondent came up

"Can you tell me the name of the volunteer who's been killed?"

"Conway John Roden Conway"

"What? That man? The man who raced the Germans into Zele?"

"Yes," she said, "thattogether the things she would have to take to his father Sutton came to her there