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Stransky put it back on the man's head, and the example was followed in other cases. It was a good idea to keep up a show of a full line of caps to the enemy. Suddenly, as by command, the fire from the base of the knoll ceased altogether. Dellarme understood at once what this meant the next step in the course of a systematic, irresistible approach by superior numbers.
Grandfather Fragini has attached himself to the regiment while it rests in barracks a few hours' march from the frontier. He is accepted as the mascot of the company in which both his grandson and Stransky are serving. But he never speaks to Stransky and refers to him in the third person as "that traitor," which makes Stransky grin sardonically.
"Another for Dellarme!" called Stransky, who seemed to think that he and not the callow lieutenant was in command. This they gave, standing instinctively at attention, with heads bared, for the leader whose spirit survived in them; a cheer with triumph in its roar, but a different sort of triumph from the first cheer.
"Put me down! I ain't going to depend on any traitor that insulted the flag!" protested grandfather. "That's the way! Call out to me now and then so I'll know you're there," said Stransky. "You're so light I mightn't know it if you fell off." Dellarme did not think it right to expose the last section by asking it to delay.
But erasing a smile is not destroying the fact of it. Stransky took heart for the charge on seeing a breach in the enemy's lines. "Yes, I was fighting for you!" he burst out to Minna. "When the other fellows were reading letters from their sweethearts I was imagining letters from you. I even wrote out some and posted them from one pocket to another, in place of the regular mails."
"Thanks to you, instead of being shot as a spy thanks to you!" More than the emotion of the brimming gratitude of his heart shone through his mobile features. "It was your choice; you improved it. You fulfilled a faith that I had in you," she said. "Faith in me! That is the finest tribute of all better than this, better than this!" He touched the iron cross on his coat as Stransky had to Minna.
Stransky trudged on past the sentry, across a road and up three series of steps of a garden terrace, through a breach in a breastwork of sand-bags, and was again at home the only home he knew among the comrades of his company. Most of them had fallen asleep on the ground after finishing their rations, logs of men in animal exhaustion.
It was the laugh of the red, of bastardy, of blanketless nights in the hedgerows, and boot soles worn through to the macadam, with the dust of speeding automobiles blown in the gaunt face of hunger. Dellarme still hesitated, recollecting Lanstron's remark. He pictured Stransky in a last stand in a redoubt, and every soldier was as precious to him as a piece of gold to a miser.
His duty was to remain while he could hold his men, and a feeling toward them such as he had never felt before, which was love, sprang full-fledged into his heart as he saw how steadily they kept up their fusillade. The sergeant, who now had time to think of Stransky, was seized with a spasm of retributive rage. He drew his revolver determinedly. "You brought this on!
Yes, he was right next me in the line." "Say, did you notice Dellarme's smile? It was wonderful." "And old Bert Stransky! I heard him whistling the wedding march as he fired." "Miss, I'll keep this flower forever!" "They say Billy Lister will live his cheek was shot away!" "Once we got going I didn't mind. It seemed as if I'd been fighting for years!" "Hole no bigger than a lead-pencil.
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