“But, Chris, did they say anything to him about me?”
“No, nauthin'.”
“That's funny.... Well, Chris, I'll be there tomorrow, if I can find the place.”
“Man, you've got to be there.”
“Oh, I'll turn up,” said Andrews with a smile.
They shook hands nervously.
“Say, Andy,” said Chrisfield, still holding on to Andrews's hand, “Ah went A.W.O.L. 'cause a sergeant...God damn it; it's weighin' on ma mind awful these days.... There's a sergeant that knows.”
“What you mean?”
“Ah told ye about Anderson...Ah know you ain't tole anybody, Andy.” Chrisfield dropped Andrews's hand and looked at him in the face with an unexpected sideways glance. Then he went on through clenched teeth: “Ah swear to Gawd Ah ain't tole another livin' soul.... An' the sergeant in Company D knows.”
“For God's sake, Chris, don't lose your nerve like that.”