At last Sergeant Kennebec came up with another new man to relieve both him and Colhurst. “Panic’s off,” he said. David told him about the two Germans. “For God’s sake,” Kennebec said. “Maybe it’s true after all.”
“What’s true?” David said. “Look, get me out of here. You’d better get him out, too.” He waved his rifle in the direction of the giant foxhole and the invisible sentry Colhurst.
“I came to get you out,” Kennebec said. “But I may have to bring you back.”
Suddenly Colhurst pulled himself from the other foxhole. It was a slow, painful performance; his stiff legs buckled underneath him and he fell headlong on the snow-covered ground. But he got up again.
The relief sentry slid into the big foxhole.
“I heard you, Sergeant,” Colhurst said. “Maybe you’ll get him back here.” He turne
