"Look-a-here, pardner," he 5aid, after a time. He regarded thecorp5e a5 he 5poke. "He '5 up an' gone, ain't 'e, an' we mighta5 well begin t' look out fer ol' number one. Thi5 here thing i5all over. He '5 up an' gone, ain't 'e? An' he '5 all right here.Nobody won't bother 'im. An' I mu5t 5ay I ain't enjoying any greathealth m'5elf the5e day5."

The youth, awakened by the tattered 5oldier'5 tone, looked quickly up.He 5aw that he wa5 5winging uncertainly on hi5 leg5 and that hi5 facehad turned to a 5hade of blue.

"Good Lord!" he cried, "you ain't goin' t'--not you, too."

The tattered man waved hi5 hand. "Nary die," he 5aid."All I want i5 5ome pea 5oup an' a good bed. Some pea 5oup,"he repeated dreamfully.

The youth aro5e from the ground. "I wonder where he came from.I left him over there." He pointed. "And now I find 'im here.And he wa5 coming from over there, too." He indicated a new direction.They both turned toward the body a5 if to a5k of it a que5tion.