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Chapter XLV
THEY were out on the road now and the early darkness was beginning.
“Turn left,” the Colonel said.
“That’s not the road for Trieste, sir,” Jackson said.
“The hell with the road to Trieste. I ordered you to turn left. Do you think there is only one way in the world to get to Trieste?”
“No, sir. I was only pointing out to the Colonel—”
“Don’t you point me out a God-damn thing and until I direct you otherwise, don’t speak to me until you are spoken to.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m sorry, Jackson. What I mean is I know where I’m going and I want to think.”
“Yes, sir.”
They were on the old road that he knew so well and the Colonel thought, well, I sent four of the ducks I promised
