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speak a word of Turkish—and talking hurts me so—my chest—you know. Don't you think you could call them?

Quite unnecessary, captain. There's nobody here, nobody who could help us. The column marched away long ago. You see, we two are lying in a sort of hole in the ground. That's why they didn't notice us. Oh, well—Allah's will—

God's curse on it,—so we are lost—what?—helpless?

Yes, captain. You're perfectly right.

But couldn't we help each other?—somehow?

I don't think I can do a thing. I am very weak, you know. I've lost so much blood. You see, it took me nearly all night to crawl six feet—a little bit away from my brother—

From your brother?

Yes. He's dead, too. He was such a nice, brave young lad. But you see, this confounded heat—and then this wretched humidity—and so he's been getting rather smelly. Nothing against him, you know, nothing against him. But I had to move—and you see, it took me all night crawling—crawling—