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"
Why
do
you
live
in
the
woods
if
you
belong
to
the
squadron
?
"
the
chaplain
inquired
curiously
.
"
I
have
to
live
in
the
woods
,
"
the
captain
replied
crabbily
,
as
though
the
chaplain
ought
to
know
.
He
straightened
slowly
,
still
watching
the
chaplain
guardedly
although
he
towered
above
him
by
more
than
a
full
head
.
"
Don
’
t
you
hear
everybody
talking
about
me
?
Chief
White
Halfoat
swore
he
was
going
to
cut
my
throat
some
night
when
I
was
fast
asleep
,
and
I
don
’
t
dare
lie
down
in
the
squadron
while
he
’
s
still
alive
.
"
The
chaplain
listened
to
the
implausible
explanation
distrustfully
.
"
But
that
’
s
incredible
,
"
he
replied
.
"
That
would
be
premeditated
murder
.
Why
didn
’
t
you
report
the
incident
to
Major
Major
?
"
"
I
did
report
the
incident
to
Major
Major
,
"
said
the
captain
sadly
,
"
and
Major
Major
said
he
would
cut
my
throat
if
I
ever
spoke
to
him
again
.
"
The
man
studied
the
chaplain
fearfully
.
"
Are
you
going
to
cut
my
throat
,
too
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
no
,
no
,
"
the
chaplain
assured
him
.
"
Of
course
not
.
Do
you
really
live
in
the
forest
?
"
The
captain
nodded
,
and
the
chaplain
gazed
at
his
porous
gray
pallor
of
fatigue
and
malnutrition
with
a
mixture
of
pity
and
esteem
.
The
man
’
s
body
was
a
bony
shell
inside
rumpled
clothing
that
hung
on
him
like
a
disorderly
collection
of
sacks
.
Wisps
of
dried
grass
were
glued
all
over
him
;
he
needed
a
haircut
badly
.
There
were
great
,
dark
circles
under
his
eyes
.
The
chaplain
was
moved
almost
to
tears
by
the
harassed
,
bedraggled
picture
the
captain
presented
,
and
he
filled
with
deference
and
compassion
at
the
thought
of
the
many
severe
rigors
the
poor
man
had
to
endure
daily
.
In
a
voice
hushed
with
humility
,
he
said
,
"
Who
does
your
laundry
?
"
The
captain
pursed
his
lips
in
a
businesslike
manner
.
"
I
have
it
done
by
a
washerwoman
in
one
of
the
farmhouses
down
the
road
.
I
keep
my
things
in
my
trailer
and
sneak
inside
once
or
twice
a
day
for
a
clean
handkerchief
or
a
change
of
underwear
.
"
"
What
will
you
do
when
winter
comes
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
expect
to
be
back
in
the
squadron
by
then
,
"
the
captain
answered
with
a
kind
of
martyred
confidence
.
"
Chief
White
Halfoat
kept
promising
everyone
that
he
was
going
to
die
of
pneumonia
,
and
I
guess
I
’
ll
have
to
be
patient
until
the
weather
turns
a
little
colder
and
damper
.
"
He
scrutinized
the
chaplain
perplexedly
.
"
Don
’
t
you
know
all
this
?
Don
’
t
you
hear
all
the
fellows
talking
about
me
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
think
I
’
ve
ever
heard
anyone
mention
you
.
"
