I feel bad enough about it now, goodness knows, without your harrowing up my feelings, talking of the way _she's_ going to feel." As the surgeon started on, the sentry stopped him.

"For heaven's sake, Mac, don't leave him lying there on the picket-line where I've got to see him every time I pass.

Send somebody to take him away.

I'm all unnerved.

I feel as if I'd shot one of my own comrades." The surgeon looked at him curiously and walked on.