“Where am I?” he asked faintly.
Dalroy nodded to Joos, who answered, “On the Meuse bank, near Argenteau.”
“Ah, I remember. Those cursed——” Some dim perception of his surroundings choked the word on his lips. “I was hit,” he went on, “and crawled among the bushes.”
“Was there fighting here this morning?”
“Yes. To-day is Tuesday, isn’t it?”
“No, Wednesday midnight.”
“Ach, Gott! That verdammt ambulance missed me! I have lain here two days!”
This time he swore without hesitation, since he was cursing his own men.
Jan came with a hurdle. “This is lighter than a gate, monsieur,” he explained.
Dalroy nudged Joos sharply, and the miller took the cue. “Right,” he said. “Now, you two, handle him carefully.”