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them! I've got to stick to the farm. It's my skilled way of keeping them out. But, by George, if I see them in these fields with their dirty boots on my land, I'll pitchfork the first couple like stooks, right over the hedge. I'm as strong as any lad of twenty-five." And he was. Yet she had suddenly been called into the farmyard as she was going along the lane that led from the school buildings to her rooms.
There he lay. He had been pitching straw; the pitchfork was still stuck in a truss. He was down in the straw, his strong, worn left hand clawed against his chest. "Lord," he panted, "Lord." She saw at once that he mightn't last till the Doctor came, and, naturally, she had no injections with her-only her precious bottle. It wasn't much help. She knelt beside him.
" You've done your bit grandly," she said. It was all she could think of.
His eyes rolled around to hers. "What," he whispered.
" You've helped, as much as anyone, all of us, to resist."
Then she thought she had better add something stronger to help him in his deafening pain.
" You've helped us to win." He'd never be there to see, one way or the other.
" To win?" he whispered; puzzled, querulous. "God, is Doctor coming?"
" Yes," she said, "yes, he's just here:"
Suddenly the clawed hand opened. Simpkins spoke very faintly but without strain. "Whew, that was hell," he said. "Lord, I'm comfortable ... but weak, awfully weak."
Then, with surprise all the more intense because it seemed to be conveyed from such an immense distance, as he spoke in the thinnest whisper, "What's this? What's this?" His mouth

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