At first he refused to come, and then I explained to him that he was in great danger and the thing to do was to get back as quickly as possible, if he did not wish to be wounded again.

At last I got him going at a slow pace, and I was afraid I should have to drag him along.

Suddenly a shell landed near us, and his movements were filled with alacrity.

It was a great relief to me.

After a little while he found he could walk quite well and whenever a whiz-bang came near us his limbs seemed to get additional strength.