Midnight
`` As good a pair as I ever met afield ... . Oh , I say , eat something -- '' Peter smiled at the big fellow and turned to his soup and black bread . He did n't say what he thought , but it had to do with his own field companion this time . * * * ... Midnight . Boylan had gone back to quarters . Peter 's ward was low-lit and still . ... The wounded man 's hands waved before his bandage , as if to detract attention from the windy blur of his utterance .