“Where’s your company commander?” the voice asked.
“He went over to ask the Squareheads to stop shootin’. There’s a man here that’s got a headache,” Pugh informed the voice.
“No, where is he, fellows?” By this time the voice had become Fosbrook. Hicks recognized him.
“Hello, Fosbrook.”
“Oh!” Fosbrook walked over to Hicks’s hole and jumped in. “Hello, William.”
“What are you doing here? I thought you were interpreter for the colonel.”
“I was, William, but I drank too much one night and he fired me,” Fosbrook answered sadly.
“What do you want with the company commander?”
“I don’t know whether I should tell you.”
“Hell, I’ll find it out in a minute, anyway.”