"Or it's possible that he has been
captured," he added. "As soon as we have reported back to
headquarters with our detachment, we'll try to get permission to
make a search of the hospitals and see if we can't find him
there."
There was little else they could do, so with heavy hearts they
rejoined their companions who had rigged rude stretchers for two
of their wounded comrades and were making ready to march back to
headquarters.
The sergeant knew of the attachment existing between the four
friends, and sympathized with the grief of the three remaining
over the loss of their comrade.
"The chances are," he said, "that Bradford has been captured by
the rioters, and the military police will find out where he is and
get hold of him. Remember that an American soldier takes a lot of
killing before he's actually dead."
But the boys marched in gloomy silence, and their hearts were sad
for their friend.
The rioting had been effectually quelled, and the streets were
once more quiet. The little party soon reached their headquarters,
where the sergeant made his report. The boys could hardly control
their impatience until the time came when they were off duty.
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