remembered now what had happened in the darkness, what he had done. Taken Harry's lieutenant's uniform, giving the coward his own corporal's outfit. Then he, Jim Horton, had gone on and carried out the Major's orders, leaving the coward writhing in the ditch. By George!——the fight—he, Jim Horton, had won the victory at Boissière Wood for the —th Infantry—for Harry!—as Harry! By George!——the fight—he, Jim Horton, had won the victory at Boissière Wood for the —th Infantry— ! Perhaps, he was really Harry and not Jim Horton at all? He glanced around him curiously, as though somewhat amused at the metempyschosis. And then thoughtfully shook his head. Perhaps, he was really Harry and not Jim Horton at all? He glanced around him curiously, as though somewhat amused at the metempyschosis. And then thoughtfully shook his head. No. He was Jim Horton, all right—Jim Horton. There was no mistake about that. No. He was Jim Horton, all right—Jim Horton. There was no mistake about that. But Harry! Imagine meeting Harry in a situation like that after all these years! A coward! Not that that was a very surprising thing. Harry had always been a quitter. There was nothing that Harry could do or be that wasn't utterly despicable in the eyes of his brother Jim, and after having spent the best part of five years trying to live the memory of Harry down—— But Harry! Imagine meeting Harry in a situation like that after all these years! A coward! Not that that was a very surprising thing. Harry had always been a quitter. There was nothing that Harry could do or be that wasn't utterly despicable in the eyes of his brother Jim, and after having spent the best part of five years trying to live the memory of Harry down—— The nurse appeared silently and looked into Jim Horton's eyes. He closed them a moment and then smiled at her. The nurse appeared silently and looked into Jim Horton's eyes. He closed them a moment and then smiled at her. "How do you feel?" she asked. "How do you feel?" she asked.
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