"How're we going to get him back?" Goldstein... "How're we going to get him back?" Goldstein asked in a whisper
"Let me worry about that," Croft murmured coldlyHe was concerned with something else for the momentWilson had been groaning loudly, and if the Japs were still in the grove they must have heard himIt was inconceivable that they wouldn't have come out to kill him, and therefore the only answer was that they had retreatedTheir fire had been too sporadic, too small in volume, to have come from more than a squad of menUndoubtedly it had been only an outpost with orders to retreat if any patrols were sighted
Then the entrance to the pass was no longer guardedHe wondered if he should leave Wilson, and take the others with him on a
cc chanel logo earrings reconnaissanceBut it seemed pointless; there would certainly be more Japs deeper in the pass, and they would never get throughTheir only chance was to go over the mountainHe stared up at it again, and the sight roused a delicate shiver of anticipation
There was Wilson to be taken care ofAnd he had to face something elseWhen the ambush had started, he had been paralyzed for a few secondsIt had not been fear, he had merely been unable to moveIn remembering this he felt a little balked, almost teased, as if he had missed an opportunity He was uncertain, but the emotion was similar to the one he felt now because he could not reconnoiter the passThere had been a gap before he fired, and in
see by chloe bags thatSomething he had wantedI fugged up, he told himself bitterly, not quite certain of what he meant
And here was WilsonProperly, it would take six men to carry him back to the beachCroft felt like swearing
"All right, let's drag him through the grass until we get to the ledge and then we can carry him He grasped Wilson by the shirt, and began tugging him along the ground, Red and Gallagher helpingThey reached the ledge in less than a minute, and passed Wilson over itOn the other side of the shelf they set him down, and Croft began to fashion an emergency stretcherHe removed his shirt, buttoned it, and slipped his rifle through one sleeve, and Wilson's rifle through the otherThe barrels protruded
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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
They looked at Wilson, watched the slow pulse
gucci hobo of his bleedingHis face had become blanched, almost whiteThey could not believe it was WilsonIt was just an unconscious wounded man
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
"Think he's gonna last?" Ridges asked
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