But his only reply when they told him he was a fool was, "Vell, vot of it ?" And when they said he would be shot, he answered again, "Vell, vot of it ?" And when Jake Dolan cried, "You pot-gutted Dutchman, sit down or there'll be a sauer-kraut shower in hell pretty quick," Henry shook his fat sides a moment and laughed, "Vell, vot of dot--altzo!" For an hour, that seemed ten, he moved back and forth on the line, firing and joking, and then the spell broke and a bullet took part of his jaw.

As he dropped to his position, with the blood gushing from his face, his eyes blazed, and he spat out, "By hell-tam, now I vos mad," and he fought the day out and died that night.

But as he sank to his place when the bullet hit him, Watts McHurdie saw Schnitzler stagger, and through the smoke, knew that he was wounded.
Watts rushed to Schnitzler and bent over him, when a ball hit Watts and went ripping through the fleshy part of his hip.

"Shot in the back--damn it, shot in the back!" he screamed, as he jumped into the air.

"What did I tell you, boys, I'm shot in the back." And he crawled bleeding to the rear.
All the long forenoon the camp of the enemy continued to belch out men.