The barrels protruded at the waist, and the stocks projected through the cuffs of the sleevesWith his belt he bound Wilson's wrists together, and wrapped him in a blanket from his discarded pack
When the stretcher was completed it was about three feet long, the length of the shirtThey put it under Wilson's back, slid his bound arms over Ridges's neck, and Ridges then grasped the rifle stocks at the rearRed and Goldstein each supported one of the muzzles at Wilson's thigh, and Gallagher stood at the front, holding Wilson's ankles
"Let's get out of here," Gallagher muttered"The damn place is spooky
They listened uneasily to the silence, staring at the rock precipices
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Red had a vague sadness for a momentHe liked Wilson, and Wilson had been full of hell, but he couldn't feel very muchHe was too tired, and he wanted to get out of this place"We oughta put a goddam compress on him
They set Wilson down againRed opened his first-aid packet, and took out the flat cardboard box that held the bandageHe peeled it open with stiff fingers, set the aseptic surface against Wilson's wound, and bound it about him lightly"Should I give him wound tablets?"
"Not with a belly wound," Croft said
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"You can't kill ol' Wilson," Red mutteredGallagher looked away"Come on, let's get going
They started out, progressing slowly and carefully over the hills back to the hollow where they had left the rest of the platoonIt was hard labor, and they took frequent rests, alternating the guard for the litter-bearers
Wilson gained consciousness slowly, muttering incoherently for minutes at a timeHe seemed awake for almost a minute, but he recognized none of them
"Doko koko cola," he muttered several times, giggling feebly
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"Minetta and Polack and Wyman andRoth, git over there in that grove, and cut two poles about six feet long, and about two inches in diameter, and bring back a couple of struts about eighteen inches wide?"
"What for?" Minetta asked
"What the hell do you think it's for? For a stretcherNow git goin', you men
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