drives a spike in the wall above his head. Two guards hoist Paul up and hook the ropes that are around Paul's hands over the spike.
The campfires against the full moon illuminates Paul's bloody body hanging from the spike. It appears almost biblical.
The major watches smugly.
Get ten braves and ten of our troops
with rifles and pistols.
The sergeant complies reluctantly.
(he turns to the guards)
I need ten riflemen with pistols.
Private Baxter rushes to the sergeant.
Sergeant, that man was protecting
his wife. The corporal raped her.
The sergeant answers quickly and abruptly. He doesn't want any trouble from the brass.
It's too late, Baxter.
Baxter is persistent.
This ain't right!
The sergeant is firm.
I said shut you mouth. That's an
order. Get back to your post.
Baxter is disgusted and walks to the back of crowd. More