"Not much!"
I shook him.
"Up you get, Loriot!"
While he was going into contortions the others were gaining ground. Infuriated I yelled in his ear:
"You could be shot for this!"
But I suddenly felt doubtful. Was he really shamming? Tears were oozing out of his eyes.
"It's because I ran," he groaned.
The rest was lost.... He abruptly unbuckled his belt, and his braces. I bent down; there was a lump as big as my fist.... He hiccoughed, and vomited.
Stupefied and sickened, I stammered:
"Yes, yes.... Then.... St-tay where you are!"