They were pale, but they looked happy.
Van and I tried to sit up.
"Is it over with?" we asked.
"Did he take it out? Was that what was the matter?"
"Yes. Want to see it?"
No, we didn't. I didn't, anyway.
"How is he? Can we see him?"
"The doctor says he'll be all right. Maybe you can see him. He's out from under. It's one o'clock."
One o'clock! Phew! We were regular deserters—but we hadn't intended to be.