I 'm 'fraid I 'll fall down--an' them yeh know--them damned artillery wagons--they like as not 'll run over me.

That 's what I 'm 'fraid of--" The youth cried out to him hysterically: "I 'll take care of yeh, Jim! I 'll take care of yeh! I swear t' Gawd I will!" "Sure--will yeh, Henry ?" the tall soldier beseeched.
"Yes--yes--I tell yeh--I'll take care of yeh, Jim!" protested the youth.

He could not speak accurately because of the gulpings in his throat.
But the tall soldier continued to beg in a lowly way.

He now hung babelike to the youth's arm.

His eyes rolled in the wildness of his terror.