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Updated: May 16, 2025
"Yes, it begins the minute they cross the line!" said Dellarme. His glance sweeping to the rear to scan the landscape under the light of day, he recognized, with a sense of pride and awe, the tactical importance of his company's position in relation to that of the other companies.
Too tired to take another step," and grandfather dropped in utter exhaustion. "Have to carry me if you want me to go." "That means two men out of the line," thought Dellarme. "You're an archaic old fire-eater!" Stransky remarked in cynical amusement to grandfather Fragini. "And you're a traitor!" answered grandfather with all the energy he could command.
He slid back on his stomach below the sky-line and held up an arresting hand. "Kept along after you," piped the old man; "and it's just as I thought the glummest lot of funeral faces I ever seen!" "You must not remain! Follow that cut there and it will take you out to the road!" Dellarme told grandfather sharply. "Just got to stay.
Your company may change places with Company E, which has had a relatively easy time." "No, sir; we would prefer to stay," Dellarme answered quietly. "Good! Then you will take this battalion and I'll transfer Groller to Alvery's Bad loss, Alvery shrapnel. The artillery has been doing ugly work, but that is all in favor of the defensive.
Now Dellarme disposed his men in line back of the ridge of fresh earth that they had dug in the night, ready to rush to their places when he blew the whistle that hung from his neck, but he did not allow them a glimpse over the crest. "I know you are curious, but powerful glasses are watching for you to show yourselves; and if a battery turned loose on us you'd understand," he explained.
With all the vividness of her impressions, a partisan for the moment of him and Dellarme, she sketched Feller's part with the automatic. As he listened, Lanstron's spirit was twenty again, with the fever that Feller's "let's set things going!" could start rollicking in his veins. What did the thousandth chance matter? Only a wool-gatherer would ever have had any faith in it. Victory for Gustave!
"And once we called him 'Baby Dellarme, he was so young and bashful! Him a baby? He was a king!" "Men, get to your places!" cried the surviving lieutenant rather hopelessly, with no Dellarme to show him what to do; and Marta saw that few paid any attention to him. In that minute of demoralization the Grays had their chance, but only for a minute.
Dellarme aimed to keep down the fusillade from Fracasse's trench and yet not to neglect the fair targets of the reserves advancing by rushes to the support of the 128th. Reinforced, the gray streak at the bottom of the slope poured in a heavier fire. Above the steady crackle of bullets sent and the whistle of bullets received rose the cry of "Doctor!
And I'd like to hear a little more cussing. How the Hussars used to cuss! Too much reading and writing nowadays. It makes men too ladylike." By this time he had once more attracted the captain's attention. "Grandfather Fragini, you must drop back you must! If you don't, I'll have you carried back!" called Dellarme, sparing the old man only a glance from his concentrated observation on the front.
Used to fighting savage enemies, he had been too eager in exposing himself to a civilized foe. He had been shot through the throat. "Men of the first section," Dellarme called, "you will slip out of line with the greatest care not to let the enemy know that you are going!" "Going going! Careful! Men of the first section going!" the parched throats repeated in a thrilling whisper.
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