Ghost Bayonets Page 3
by Will R Bird
“And it was him made them awful groans?” asked Jimmy, shivering as he thought of them.
“You bet,” said Pete. “I never saw a man so scared in all my life as he was.”
“He must have been,” said Jimmy. “I would have been if I'd been there, but I don't think I'd a beat it into the Graveyard. But that Canary chap is like a rabbit anyway.”
Pete suddenly chuckled and looked over at his chum as a file of officers entered the ward.
“You guessed wrong,” he whispered. “It wasn't the Canary that I chased. It was our famous hardboiled sergeant.”
Jimmy started and whistled softly. Then a blissful content stole over him as he watched the captain approach his stretcher.