"World lives by service."
"I'm in the service," he thought. "Got to serve."
It impressed him as quite pitiful that now he would never know just why.
"Where you going?" he demanded of the stretcher bearers who had begun to carry him back.
They tried to explain, hurrying a little. He threatened them with his revolver.
"Turn around. Let's go—with the battalion."
The lieutenant saw, the men saw, these frightened figures running with loping steps, carrying a stretcher which they jerked and twitched so that the figure lying on it with arm raised, holding a revolver, suffered agonies and struggled not to be flung to the ground. And the lieutenant and the men sprang to their feet, ran forward, shouted:
"Follow the Major!"
The German gunners, caught by surprise, hesitated, had trouble, therefore, shortening their ranges; and as panic spreads so does the sudden spirit of victory.
"Same side of the window!" George grumbled as the bearers set him down behind the captured guns.