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We will let you know," said Dabnitz. "It would be a shame to interrupt such a pleasant party. Judenbach will be our headquarters for one more night." Moritz Abel was saying: "... There is one perfect story in the world. It will bear the deepest scrutiny of mind or matter or soul. Physically it is exact; mentally it balances; spiritually it is the ultimate lesson.
Peter found his horse, already saddled by Boylan, and overtook the wagon train as it left the town. In a halt for the way to clear, Kohlvihr and his staff passed, Dabnitz and Boylan riding together. The General sat soft and lumpy in the saddle, his eyes small and feverish, his face hotly red. The staff passed on, all except Boylan believing that the correspondent had fallen in behind.
The smile was still there as he turned quickly to Dabnitz with the single questioning word, not contemptuous in itself, but Boylan imagined it morally so. The voice furnished a second and very real thrill. "We thought you would sing for your fellow soldiers. You are from the peasantry, I am told?" "Yes, from the people." "We thought you would understand," Dabnitz added.
"And yet it was a clean-cut death of that talker and his two companions you just executed " "An exception now and then," Dabnitz granted. "How do you catch them?" "We have a system at work for that purpose everywhere, especially in the hospitals. There isn't much temporizing when we get them." Peter Mowbray's skull prickled with heat and his face was cold with sweat.
They'll never even ask you if that little job is done. Will you go with me now and do this? Wink twice " It was done emphatically; a beseeching for haste. "Dabnitz, I trust you. I'll entertain you in America some time all Washington and New York.... You'll do exactly what I ask no more, no less? Good God, man, it wouldn't do any good to kill 'em now. They're out of hand forever.
He was watching the heart of the Russian invasion of Galicia, and from its main lesion. This he knew quite as well as Dabnitz, or Doltmir, or the half-insane Kohlvihr himself. The Austrians still held. Indeed, it was not hard for them. The Russian west wing entire, and possibly part of its center, would be called upon to flank this stoutly adhering force, if Kohlvihr continued to fail.
"Lieutenant Dabnitz," Peter said, his hand upon the Russian's shoulder, speaking very quietly, "I feel like a fool doing nothing all day long and so much to do. I want you to take me over to that hospital Samarc is in, and set me officially to work. Let me be orderly, anything, to-day. I want to help, if you'll forgive me " "Gladly, Mr. Mowbray. I'm sure they'll be very glad.
Kohlvihr and Dabnitz stood there, the old man repeating: "Get the name of the hospital man." Dabnitz plucked the sleeve of Samarc's coat. "Hospital steward, I have that," he said a second time, "but what's the name and the division?" "He can't speak," said Peter. "I'll get his name later. He's been wounded in the mouth."
Yellow hair, long on top and cropped tight below the brim of his hat, dropped a lock across his forehead, as he uncovered in the bomb-proof pit. He had been shaven-recently. Boylan reflected that he belonged to the hospital corps. There was a thrill about him not to be missed. "Poltneck he calls himself," Dabnitz whispered.
"Dabnitz, I don't want you among the captured on my account. Just forget that order! The platoon has gone back. The staff is blocked and jammed with greater things. Will you forget it? Wink twice " There was no hesitation. "Good. The sentries must be called off that stair-door left open. I'll join them and bother you no more. We'll not leave the room while the town changes hands.
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