“Go back, you damn little fool!” he said.
“Peter, Peter,” said Aladdin, “can’t you see?”
“No, I can’t. I’m no use now. Go back; go back and give ‘em hell!”
Aladdin endeavored to raise Peter in his arms, but was not strong enough.
“I can’t lift you, I can’t lift you,” he said.
“You can’t,” said Peter. “Bless you for coming, and go back.”
“Shut up, will you?” cried Aladdin, savagely. “Where are you hit?”
“In the back,” said Peter, “and I’m done for.”
“The hell you are!” said Aladdin. Tears hotter than blood were running out of his eyes. “What can I do for you, Peter?” he said in a husky voice.
Manners’ blackened fingers fumbled at the buttons of his coat, but he had not the strength to undo them.