The naked man throws him a glance of stern pity. Then he turns and extends his hand to the conscript.
The Naked Man: Come! I'll help you—
The Conscript, smiling: No use, pard! You chase along—we're here for keeps.
The Naked Man: Take my hand and get up! I've come to take you home.
The Marine, laughing harshly: Home!
With a faint shrug, the conscript touches the extended hand, grips it, and rises. In his face dawns amazed incredulity.
The Conscript: Good lord! I believe I can walk after all!
The naked man turns and holds out his hand to the marine in silent command.
The Marine, roughly: Aw, don't be a fool—can't you see I only got one foot? You guys chase along—
The Naked Man: I tell you, come! Put an arm around my neck; we'll do very well. Take my hand and get up!