"Then he see me.
"'Hullo, Soldier,' says he. 'No, no, don't get up,' me trying to rise to me officer. 'We're both a bit dicky, I expect. How are you?'
"'Nicely thank you, sir,' says I, choky. 'And you, sir?'
"He smiles that way of his.
"'I'll be better soon,' says he. But I knoo from the way of his voice he'd got his marchin orders all right; and I knoo e knoo'd it too."
The little man was sniffing; and the tears were flowing down his nose.
"'Take me to Sailor,' says he to the chaps.
"So they took him to where pore old Pipes lay in his chair, his head lollin back, somethin dreadful to see.
"The Genelman bends over him, and takes one of his hands.
"That stirs the old man.