operate," said the other doctor. "Let's cut him open and get to the inside of things once and for all. He keeps complaining about his liver. His liver looks pretty small on the X-ray." "That's his pancreas, you dope. This is his liver." "No it isn't. That's his heart." "It's part of the deal." "What deal?" "The deal I made with Colonel Cathcart and Colonel Korn. They'll let me go home a big hero if I say nice things about them to everybody and never criticize them to anyone for making the rest of the men flt more missions." "But that's terrible! That's a shameful scandalous deal, isn't it?" "Odious." "Then how could you agree to it?" "It's that or a court-martial, Chaplain." "You must do whatever you think is right, then." "Don't worry," Yossarian said with a sorrowful laugh after several moments has passed. "I'm not going to do it." "But you must do it. Really you must. I had no right to influence you. I really had no right to say anything." "No, I don't think it's you he meant. I think it must be someone like Nately or Dunbar. You know, someone who was killed in the war, like Clevinger, Orr, Dobbs, Kid Sampson or McWatt." Yossaria exclaimed with a startled gasp and shook his head. "I just realized it," he exclaimed. "They've got all my pals, haven't they? They only ones left are me and Hungry Joe." He tingled with dread as he saw the chaplain's