talk nonsense!” said a sergeant major.
“Do you want to be doing the same?” said an old soldier, turning reproachfully to the man who had spoken of frozen feet.
“Well, you know,” said the sharp-nosed man they called Jackdaw in a squeaky and unsteady voice, raising himself at the other side of the fire, “a plump man gets thin, but for a thin one it’s death. Take me, now! I’ve got no strength left,” he added, with sudden resolution turning to the sergeant major. “Tell them to send me to hospital; I’m aching all over; anyway I shan’t be able to keep up.”
“That’ll do, that’ll do!” replied the sergeant major quietly.
The soldier said no more and the talk went on.
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