She wouldn't give it all
up simply for nothing, simply for a bullet ..." he broke off.
"Look here, Trenchard," I said, "try not to think of her just now more
than you can help, _just now_. We're in for a stiff time, I believe.
This will be our last easy afternoon, I fancy, and even now we ought
to be back helping Nikitin. You've got to work all you know. One's
nerves get wrong easily enough in a place like this--and after what
has happened I feel this damned Forest already. But we mustn't _let_
our nerves go. We've simply got to work and think about nothing at
all--_think about nothing at all_."
I don't believe that he heard me.
"Semyonov?" he said slowly. "What did he do?"
"He was very quiet," I answered. "He didn't say anything. He looked
awful."
"Yes. She snapped her fingers at _him_ anyway. _He_ couldn't keep her
for all his bullying."
"It pretty well killed him," I said rather fiercely. "Look here,
Trenchard. Don't think of yourself--or of her. Every one's in it now.
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