The Red Badge of Courage Page #5

had brought them victory.

He felt betrayed.

He wondered what they would remark,

when later he appeared in camp.

His mind heard howls of derision.

Don't jostle so, Johnson, you fool!

You think my leg's made of iron?

If you can't carry me decent,

let someone else do it.

Make way there, can't you?

Who does he think he is?

Some lunkhead of a general?

There's the kind that get the privileges.

Small wounds, big talk.

You just wait,

you won't get by with your insults.

I'll have you all court-martialed!

He regarded the wounded soldiers

in an envious way.

He conceived persons

with torn bodies to be...

peculiarly happy.

He wished that he, too, had a wound.

A red badge of courage.

Pretty good fight, wasn't it?

Pretty good fight, wasn't it?

Darn me, if I ever seen fellas fight so.

Lord, how they did fight.

I knew the boys would be all right

once they got square at it.

They ain't had no fair chance up to now.

This time they showed what they was.

I knew they'd turn out this way.

You can't lick them boys. No, sir.

They're fighters, they be.

Where are you hit, old boy?

Where are you hit?

Make way!

Jim.

Jim Conklin.

Hello, Henry.

Where you been?

I thought maybe you got keeled over.

There's been thunder to pay today.

I was wondering about it a good eon.

You know, I was out there...

and, what a circus.

By Jiminy.

I got shot.

I got shot.

I'll tell you what I'm scared of.

I'll tell you what I'm afraid of.

I'm afraid I'll fall down, and then you

know them darned artillery wagons...

they're like to run over me.

That's what I'm afraid of.

You don't have to worry, Jim.

- I'll take care of you. I swear I will.

- Sure? Will you, Henry?

Sure, Jim.

I've always been a good friend to you,

wasn't I, Henry?

I've always been a pretty good fella.

It ain't much to ask, is it...

just to pull me along out of the road?

I'd do it for you, wouldn't I?

No.

Better get him out of the road.

There's a battery coming.

He'll get run over for sure.

He's a goner anyhow,

in about five minutes.

- We'd better get him out of the road.

- Jim, come out of the road.

Move off the road!

Look where he's running.

Jim.

Jim, what are you doing?

No.

Don't touch me.

Leave me be...

can't you? For a minute?

Jim, what are you doing?

What made you do this?

No.

Leave me be.

He were a regular jim-dandy, weren't he?

A regular jim-dandy.

I wonder where he got his strength from.

I've never seen a man do like that before.

He were a regular jim-dandy.

What's happening over there?

What's the matter?

- What are you running from?

- Let go!

- What's happening over there?

- Let go.

You're in a pretty bad fix, son.

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