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“You won’t touch me.”
“Hold him tight. He is a little delirious.”
One of the stretcher-bearers came in.
“Captain Doctor.”
“What do you want?”
“The man in the dead-house”
“Get out of here.”
“Is dead, Captain Doctor. I thought you would be glad to know.”
“See, my poor lieutenant? We dispute about nothing. In time of war we dispute about nothing.”
“F— you,” said the lieutenant of artillery. He still could not see. “You’ve blinded me.”
“It is nothing,” said the doctor. “Your eyes will be all right. It is nothing. A dispute about nothing.”
“Ayee! Ayee! Ayee!” suddenly screamed the lieutenant. “You have blinded me! You have blinded me!”
“Hold him tight,” said the doctor. “He is in much pain. Hold him very tight.”
