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Updated: September 1, 2025
Dabnitz shook his head. "It's the enemy breaking through. Judenbach is to be abandoned pronto. Listen " The cavalry was in the street, carrying abroad the order for retreat.... They heard it plainly now, even the details. Hospitals not to be emptied, guns and ammunition not readily to be transported, must be destroyed. The final hell was started in the town.
I want Dabnitz " Boylan drew him face about. "You're not going to " "No no. I wasn't thinking of killing him. It wouldn't do any good. One would have to kill all the officers and save enough energy for the Little Father at the last. No, I want him to help me " They found him at headquarters.
He was full of fears and disorders, as if all the eyes of men were searching his secret places. He told the sentry that he would like to see Lieutenant Dabnitz, and gave his name, much as a trooper would. He sat cold and breathing hard for many minutes an outsider, as never before. Dabnitz came at last. Big Belt arose and clutched his arms. "Lieutenant," he said.
Perhaps the Austrians will do it, anyway. Wink twice " "Good." The gag was jerked free, and the various bindings. "Now, come with me. I'll detain you but a second or two " Dabnitz walked at his side to the stair entrance of the skylight prison. He spoke to the sentry below. The officer of the guard was called; the sentry summoned from above, the door left open.
Already the news was known in headquarters and the staff officers burst forth with orders for retreat retreat to the eastward. It was no secret now. The enemy was crossing the valley that Kohlvihr had found impassable. Big Belt felt the life brimming up in his heart. Then he thought of Dabnitz, and went to him, shutting the door behind. "Do you get what's on, Lieutenant? Wink once if you do."
There was one finger upon his backbone at the neck that shut off the life currents.... Dabnitz opened his eyes presently a choking wad of paper in his mouth. The mammoth looked down upon him and said: "Excuse me, Lieutenant, but I had to have a chance to think." At this instant Boylan saw the paper that the Russian had carried. It had fluttered to the floor, Kohlvihr's signature in plain view.
He had even gone to the Grim House to look for the white-fire creature who had taken his companion to her breast, figuratively speaking; but neither she, nor the weak- shouldered little chap who had brought the hospital steward's blouse, was there. There remained Dabnitz, who more than any other was aware generally of what passed. Big Belt returned to headquarters and waited.
He watched with a kind of ferocity until the passing of the staff made him duck back into the doorway.... Kohlvihr sitting like a potato-bag, the brave but melancholy Doltmir finally Dabnitz. The latter passed the little side-street without a turn of the head. After many moments Boylan ventured to the corner.
"We sent for you to sing to the soldiers. Will you do that?" the General asked, from puffing cheeks. Poltneck looked down at him with sudden steadiness. "On the way home," he said. "You refuse then?" "I would prefer that you wound them first." "At least, he has declared himself," said Dabnitz. They did not murder him then and there. Boylan was glad of that.
It was night. Boylan had plunged into a new vat of power, and persuaded Dabnitz to furnish an escort from Judenbach, four miles to the east to the main headquarters of the Galician army.
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