“The colonel did not shake hands with him,” said the young officer to himself, “and the major never spoke. Surely they don’t think—”
He got no farther, for they had reached the hut, when, to the surprise of all, Roby wrenched himself round to glare at Lennox being carried in, and then in a harsh, excited voice he cried:
“Lennox here? Coward! Cur!—coward! How dare you show your face again?”
And at these words Corporal May wagged his head slowly from side to side and uttered a weary groan.
Chapter Thirty Two.
An Unpleasant Business.
“Why, Roby!” cried Lennox, after standing for some moments gazing wildly at his brother officer, and then going close up to his rough resting-place. “For goodness’ sake, don’t talk in that way!”
“Coward! Cur! To run away and leave me like that!” cried Roby.