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　　CHAPTER XII

　　Going up to Kemmel one day I had to wait in battalion headquarters for the officer I had gone to see. He was attending a court martial. Presently he came into the wooden hut, with a flushed face.

　　“Sorry I had to keep you,” he said. “Tomorrow there will be one swine less in the world.”

　　“A death sentence?”

　　He nodded.

　　“A damned coward. Said he didn't mind rifle-fire, but couldn't stand shells. Admitted he left his post. He doesn't mind rifle-fire!... Well, tomorrow morning.”

　　The officer laughed grimly, and then listened for a second.

　　There were some heavy crumps falling over Kemmel Hill, rather close, it seemed, to our wooden hut.

　　“Damn those German gunners” said the officer. “Why can't they give us a little peace?”

　　He turned to his papers, but several times while I talked with him he jerked his head up and listened to a heavy crash.

　　On the way back I saw a man on foot, walking in front of a mounted man, past the old hill of the Scherpenberg, toward the village of Locre. There was something in the way he walked, in his attitude—the head hunched forward a little, and his arms behind his back—which made me turn to look at him. He was manacled, and tied by a rope to the mounted man. I caught one glimpse of his face, and then turned away, cold and sick. There was doom written on his face, and in his eyes a captured look. He was walking to his wall. Now It Can Be Told