The Conscript, smiling: No use, pard! You chase along--we're here
for keeps.
The Naked Man: Take my hand and get up! I've come to take you home.
The Marine, laughing harshly: Home!
With a faint shrug, the conscript touches the extended hand, grips
it, and rises. In his face dawns amazed incredulity.
The Conscript: Good lord! I believe I can walk after all!
The naked man turns and holds out his hand to the marine in silent
command.
The Marine, roughly: Aw, don't be a fool--can't you see I only got
one foot? You guys chase along--
The Naked Man: I tell you, come! Put an arm around my neck; we'll do
very well. Take my hand and get up!
Compelled, the marine obeys. Into his bronzed face leaps surprise as
he rises. After getting one arm about his helper's neck, he pauses
suddenly.