He turned blind as he spoke, and stumbled.
"Hold up, damn it," cried Smith, in agony which sounded like anger.
And he could have cried, if his thickening blood had not sucked every tear out of him. He put his arm round Baker, and they stumbled on till they came to a shady tree.
"I'm done," mumbled Mandeville, and he fell on his knees.
Smith got down by him.
"Oh," said the Baker, and he was half-unconscious. But he spoke.
Smith bent down to catch what he said, but heard nothing.
Smith bent down to catch what he said.