"You must ... take away his ammunition!" I continued.
He hesitated, then bent down with terrible repugnance, and touched the wounded man's cartridge-pouches. He had some difficulty in opening them, because his hands were trembling.
Blanchet was giving in, his eyes were growing dim, and yet he had the courage to move a little to enable us to undo his haversack, which was also emptied. I repeated:
"Come along! Come along. Hurry up!"
Donnadieu murmured:
"I say, Sergeant, surely you won't leave him like that?"
I read in his eyes the vague hope of staying behind, of slinking away....
"Come along! We must catch the others up!" I said impatiently.
Then less harshly: