The boy; was silent; his white cheeks quivered.
“What the hell's the matter with him?”
“Why don't you yank him out yourself, Sarge?”
“You get out of bed this minute,” shouted the sergeant again, paying no attention.
The men gathered about walked away. Fuselli watched fascinated from a little distance.
“All right, then, I'll get the lieutenant. This is a court-martial offence. Here, Morton and Morrison, you're guards over this man.”
The boy lay still in his blankets. He closed his eyes. By the way the blanket rose and fell over his chest, they could see that he was breathing heavily.
“Say, Stockton, why don't you get up, you fool?”' said Fuselli. “You can't buck the whole army.”
The boy didn't answer.
Fuselli walked away.