The officer gazed at his man with that same icy, contemptuous gaze.
"I'm—I'm a dead man anyhow. You go to the rear, do you hear?"
"No."
The dying major drew his revolver, cocked it and aimed it unsteadily at Lige's head.
"Will you obey orders?"
"No."
"One?"
"No."
"Two?"
"No."