I just can't stand it any longer." "Don't be foolish.

They may send a volley at any time through the snow, and one of their bullets is likely to get you." "I'll chance it." "It's against orders." "I'm going anyhow.

Maybe I've suddenly grown squeamish, but I mean to save that wounded German from freezing to death." "Stop, Scott! You mustn't risk your life this way.

I'll report you to Captain Colton!" But it was too late.

John had climbed up the side of the trench, and, standing in the deep snow, was feeling about for the one who groaned.
Guided by the sound his hands soon touched a human body.
The fallen man was lying on his side and he was already half buried in the snow.