"'That you, sir?' says he, usky-like.
"'Ah, friend,' says the Genelman, 'how goes it?'
"'Tarrabul ornary,' says pore old Pipes.
"'You'll be better soon,' says the Genelman, strokin his hand. 'It's a rough passage,' says he, 'but it's Ome right enough once you're there.'
"'Ome it is,' says Pipes, and back goes his head, and he was h'off again.
"Then the Genelman turn to one of the chaps.
"'Just spread your coat on that dresser, my man, will you?' he says. 'Now lift him gently. Don't wake him. He's set his course for the Old Country…. Now just lay me on the floor, and prop me up against the wall—same as Soldier there.'"
Knapp was sobbing now.
'"Same as Soldier there,' he repeated. 'There weren't to be no difference a-tween us. O no! 'Same as Soldier there,' he says—and me pull his nose only yesterday! And strike me dead!"—he lifted a streaming face—"if it didn't come over me all of a pop what Mr. Piper said about him and Jesus."