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The hurry call for Kohlvihr came as expected in Fransic.
But Kohlvihr had no thought of that; rather to meet the range of death machines again with another horde of his skirmishers and again and again, until the end of the day until enough passed through to gain the opposite slopes in fighting force, or until the Austrian ammunition was exhausted.... And Kohlvihr had never been out there.
As such he proved rather appalling to Peter Mowbray on this day. "Is General Kohlvihr out with the fronts?" Boylan asked. "He's in the field, but not at the front. We got the point yesterday, you see. I'd rather be in the van every day than left to these matters of clean-up " Peter looked up at him. "Is there much of this to do?" "I'm afraid so. They work among the hospitals.
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.
His heart was very tender to them Fallows and Abel, and the woman who had changed him. They were before him now as messengers from the benignant empire of the future strange strong souls gathered together now in waiting at the end of a road.... He told them of the bomb-proof pit, the naked animalism of Kohlvihr, the infantry advances and of Samarc.
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.
The huge face of Boylan close by mutely implored him to be silent. "Samarc," he called. Samarc did not turn. Now Peter saw the red face of Kohlvihr in its gray fringe suddenly lifted and enlarged. The effigy was close to it, but not higher, and hands were tightening beneath it Samarc's strong unhurt hands. There had been one snarling scream. It was followed by a shot from Dabnitz.
Samarc left his seat in the dark corner and walked evenly toward the center where Kohlvihr stood, his aides about him poor old Doltmir standing apart and distressed. The moment had come for the order to be given. Kohlvihr turned to a dispatch rider at the door a door made of cedar trunks. For the moment Peter was blocked between two desires, or paralyzed.
"Yesterday I was an anesthetic," Poltneck wailed. "To-day I am to be a stimulant." Kohlvihr now came forward. "It is time," he said. "General," said Dabnitz, "we have to deal with an unusual peasant, I am afraid." "It would not do for me to encroach upon the work of professionals," the singer explained in dilemma. "You see he is humorous," Dabnitz observed.
Kohlvihr sent an order for his troops to rest and have a bite in the trenches. The sorry Doltmir stepped forward again: "Would it not be well to bring in our wounded from the field, sir?" "We will have the field presently," said Kohlvihr. "The sun is not hot. The lines already have seen too much of their blood." Big Belt remembered that.
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