'D---- it, don't be afraid--more, some more--more!' And so the Artillery doctor's spirit revived within him; though with flickerings and tremblings; and he heaved some great sighs, and moved his lips.

Then he lay still for a while; and after that he spoke.
'The pen, Sir,--write,' he said.

'He met me in the Butcher's Wood; he said he was going to sleep in town,' and Sturk groaned dismally; 'and he began talking on business--and turned and walked a bit with me.

I did not expect to see him there--he was frank--and spoke me fair.

We were walking slowly.