I was alone, for Fred and Will were in the other tent.

The doctor stepped inside and examined me closely, drawing up the mosquito net to see my face.

I did not trouble to speak to him, or even to open my eyes after the first glimpse.

He spoke to Schubert in German, let the net fall again, and went away.

Schubert spat and rubbed his hands, and swung along after him.
Then I heard Will and Fred arguing.
"Don't be a fool!" That was Fred's voice.
"I tell you I'll tell him!" "Fine thing to tell a poor devil that's dying! Let him die in peace!" "No.