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172 And I’ve fought from the start and I’ve suffered so. ’Twould be hard to get knocked out now, you know.”

“Forget it,” says I; then I drove awhile, And I passed him a cheery word or two; But he didn’t answer for many a mile, So just as the hospital hove in view, Says I: “Is there nothing that I can do?”

Then he opens his eyes and he smiles at me; And he takes my hand in his trembling hold; “Thank you–you’re far too kind,” says he: “I’m awfully comfy–stay… let’s see: I fancy my blanket's come unrolled– My feet, please wrap ’em–they’re cold… they’re cold.”