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"
What
do
you
say
?
"
I
asked
.
I
had
turned
and
faced
him
.
He
was
taller
than
I
and
his
face
was
very
thin
under
the
shadow
of
his
cap
-
visor
and
the
scar
was
new
and
shiny
.
Every
one
in
the
compartment
was
looking
at
me
.
"
You
can
’
t
do
that
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
can
’
t
have
a
soldier
save
you
a
place
.
"
"
I
have
done
it
.
"
He
swallowed
and
I
saw
his
Adam
’
s
apple
go
up
and
then
down
.
The
machine
-
gunner
stood
in
front
of
the
place
.
Other
men
looked
in
through
the
glass
.
No
one
in
the
compartment
said
anything
.
"
You
have
no
right
to
do
that
.
I
was
here
two
hours
before
you
came
.
"
"
What
do
you
want
?
"
"
The
seat
.
"
"
So
do
I
.
"
I
watched
his
face
and
could
feel
the
whole
compartment
against
me
.
I
did
not
blame
them
.
He
was
in
the
right
.
But
I
wanted
the
seat
.
Still
no
one
said
anything
.
Oh
,
hell
,
I
thought
.
