Then he waved his hand in the direction of the tree to let Roscoe know that all was well.
Tom Slade had used his first bullet and it had saved hundreds of lives.
"They're both dead," he said, as Roscoe came quickly through the underbrush in the gathering dusk.

"Did the officer put his head up ?" "Mm-mm," said Roscoe, examining the two victims.
"You always kill, don't you ?" said Tom.
"I have to, Tommy.

You see, I'm all alone, mostly," Roscoe added as he fumbled in the dead officer's clothing.

"There are no surgeons or nurses in reach.

I don't have stretcher-bearers following _me_ around and it isn't often that even a Hun will surrender, fair and square, to one man.
I've seen too much of this '_kamarad_' business.