3/18 The shadows of his face were deepening and his tight lips seemed holding in check the moan of great despair. There could be seen a certain stiffness in the movements of his body, as if he were taking infinite care not to arouse the passion of his wounds. As he went on, he seemed always looking for a place, like one who goes to choose a grave. He yelled in horror. As the latter slowly turned his waxlike features toward him the youth screamed: "Gawd! Jim Conklin!" The tall soldier made a little commonplace smile. |