TheybroughtthenewstoRevereandhegroaned“AnyonebutBobbyandIshouldn’thavecared！TheSergeant-Majorwasright。”
“Notgoingoutthisjourney。”gaspedBobby，ashewasliftedfromthedoolie“Notgoingoutthisjourney。”Thenwithanairofsupremeconviction-“Ican’t，yousee。”
“NotifIcandoanything！”saidtheSurgeon-Major，whohadhastenedoverfromthemesswherehehadbeendining。
HeandtheRegimentalSurgeonfoughttogetherwithDeathforthelifeofBobbyWickTheirworkwasinterruptedbyahairyapparitioninablue-greydressing-gownwhostaredinhorroratthebedandcried-“Oh，myGawdItcan’tbe’im！”untilanindignantHospitalOrderlywhiskedhimaway。
Ifcareofmananddesiretolivecouldhavedoneaught，BobbywouldhavebeensavedAsitwas，hemadeafightofthreedays，andtheSurgeon-Major’sbrowuncreased“We’llsavehimyet。”hesaid；andtheSurgeon，who，thoughherankedwiththeCaptain，hadaveryyouthfulheart，wentoutuponthewordandprancedjoyouslyinthemud。