Despite himself, he could not control it, and he merely remained quiet until his nerves became steady again.
But a low moaning just beyond the trench held his attention.

It did not seem to him that it was more than a dozen feet away, and he felt a great sympathy and pity.

He did not doubt that some German boy hurt terribly lay almost within reach of his arm.

He moved once in order that he might not hear the dreadful sound, but an irresistible attraction drew him back.

Then he heard it more plainly, but the thick pouring snow covered all things.
"Carstairs," he said, "I'm going to get a wounded man out there.