human
Well, I'm hanged! This is a pretty nice ending to a glorious day! muttered Captain Bob.
gpt
But I shouldn't mind so much if I only knew that Dennis had come out of it all right.
human
Dear old chap, keep your hair on, and don't speak above your breath. Half these poor beasts understand English. Are you badly hit?
gpt
Thank God! he murmured,
human
I'm not hit at all. I trod on an unexploded shell, and gave my leg an infernal wrench just as our fellows had to fall back. I couldn't move a yard, and got collared in consequence, and when it was dark they brought me along here. Where are you hurt, Den?
gpt
Welt over the head with a rifle-butt, whispered Dennis excitedly.
human
I say, old chap, if we've any luck, I'll get you out of this. Do you know the lie of the land?
gpt
Yes, we're about a mile and a half in front of our new first line. Do you think you could rub my leg? You'll have to take the gaiter off; I've had several shots at it, but my fingers are all to pieces trying to get over some of their wire, and I couldn't slip the buckle for little apples.
human
You've got no end of a sprain, old man, whispered Dennis.
gpt
No wonder you couldn't walk. Your instep's swollen up as big as my two fists, and there's nothing for it but rest and cold water bandages to put you right.
human
H'm! If I didn't know you for my own brother, I should put you down as a near relation of the late lamented Mr. Job, said Bob Dashwood, with a wry face.
gpt
But never mind, keep on rubbing. I'm feeling more life in it already. But, I say, Den, this is a weird place we're in. These German fellows don't seem to take their gruel like our chaps. It's a gruesome thing to hear a man cry.
human
And it's worse to hear a man die, Bob, said Dennis solemnly.
gpt
I don't fancy from what the doctor said that many of these poor wretches will be here when the sun rises.