"Yes, what time is it?" I said.
"Are you hit badly?" he asked in reply.
"No, I don't think so," I said. "I think I'm all right."
"Where are you hit?" he asked.
"In the head," I said; "I think something hit my eye."
"In the head, you damn fool," he shouted louder with just a bit of anger and surprise in his voice. "How the hell can you be all right if you are hit in the head? Are you bleeding much?"
"No," I said. "What time is it, will you tell me?"
"I'm coming over to get you," shouted Hartzell.
"Don't move, you damn fool, you want to kill both of us?" I hastened to shout back. "If you start moving, don't move near me. I think they think I'm dead."
"Well you can't lie there and bleed to death," Hartzell replied. "We've got to do something to get to hell out of here. What'll we do?"