So much for misdirection. Sniffy flings himself to the ground with a howl of terror. Before their embarrassed shock can fade, Sniffy darts on hands and knees beneath the cot of a casualty. They can’t get a shot off while he’s in the midst of the sick. Ducking, leaping, sometimes trampling the patients, he evades the sergeant’s attempt to block him, and dashes out the front of the tent.