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"I won't forget how it seemed like a bit of home and heaven to me, Jimmy, when you came to the hospital where I was. We sure will go cheer up Iggy!" "He wants to write to his mother the worst way," went on Jimmy. "And he insists on writing in English. You know how his letters read, but he simply won't stick to Polish which he can handle all right. It's got to be English or nothing."
"Sergeant Barlow and Corporal Dalton take listening post number seven," the sergeant-major ordered two of the Brothers, after what passed for supper. "Be on the alert. The Germans will very likely try a counter-attack." Bob and Roger prepared for their dismal night trick. Franz and Iggy were sent to another part of the line, and Jimmy was on duty in the dugout, assisting the telephone operator.
The two wings are coming on like a pair of pliers getting ready to nip us between the jaws." "Ach! Den will dey squeeze us?" asked Iggy. "If they know we are here I suppose they'll try it," declared Jimmy. "But maybe we can inflict a few bites before they crush us! Fellows, we'd better look to the defense. How much ammunition have we?" "Mighty little!" declared Roger, gloomily.
It was a dream, yes, that I was taken out!" exclaimed the poor Polish lad. "It a dream must of been! I shall sleep again!" But as he was closing his eyes, for he really, as he said later, thought that he was back in the shell hole, he saw Jimmy, who was half buried near him, moving slightly. "Oh, Jimmy Blazes! And dey kill you, too!" sighed Iggy. "How sorry I am we both deat are alretty!"
Really he was more affected than he liked to admit, and it was not altogether over the loss of the money, either. He had been firm friends with the missing man not as close a chum as with his four Brothers, but enough so that there was a genuine loss in his disappearance. "Well, we'll see what we can do," decided Bob. "We've got to look after Iggy, too that is, if he's alive.
And we've got to hustle if we want to save Iggy." "All right, just as you say!" murmured Roger, as he began to rise. It was not without a natural feeling of timidity that he cautiously elevated himself first to his knees and then to his feet. As for Jimmy, he had impulsively stood upright. "Come on!" he yelled above the din of battle. "Come on!"
Bob did not get off any of his queer, improvised rhymes, and as for Iggy he turned up the collar of his coat, hunched his shoulders; and seemed like some old man tramping along. "Hark!" suddenly called Jimmy, and the words came in a tense whisper. It was as if he had said "Halt!" for his chums came to a stop on the instant. "What is it?" asked Bob.
"Who's dead?" asked Jimmy, in a faint voice. "I'm not, anyhow, but blamed near it. Is that you, Iggy?" "Yes, I it is. But I know not if I am deader or aliver." "Take my word for it you're alive so far, though how long you'll be that way or me, either I can't say," said Jimmy. "What happened, anyhow?"
And when he had brushed aside the dirt and stones he lifted up a limp wrist. One look at the identification tag chained around it, and he cried: "It's Iggy! We've found him all right!" "Sure enough it is Iggy!" cried Jimmy, as he, too, looked at the metal disk. "Ach! Yes! Water!" faintly moaned the Polish lad. His voice was a moan, but it was his voice.
"Split!" suggested Bob. "Yas. Him it was. You say you split him that moany, Jimmy, and if I could to my mothar send what you say you give me maybe she of need have for him now." Jimmy looked queerly at his chums. Truth to tell he had scarcely any cash at present, and to give Iggy his share of the five thousand francs about two hundred dollars was out of the question.
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