w you."

Barry followed her in growing amazement and admiration at her prompt
efficiency.

"Now then, there are your tanks," she said. "As for wood, I don't know
what you will do, but there is a garden paling a little further on, and,
of course--"

"Don't worry about that," said Barry.

"I won't," with a gay laugh; "I know you Canadians, you see."

Together they returned to the car.

Before she mounted to her seat she turned to Barry, and offered him her
hand and said: "I think it is perfectly ripping that we were introduced
in this way. Though I don't know your name yet," she added shyly.

"Awfully stupid of me," said Barry, and he gave her his name, adding
that of the regiment, and his rank.

"Good-bye, then," she said, climbing into her car, and starting her
engine.

"But," said Barry, "I must see you safely back."

She laughed a scornful but, as Barry thought, a most delicious little
laugh.

"Nonsense! We don't do that sort of thing here, you know. We're on our
own."

A little silence fell between them.

"When does your battalion march?" she asked abruptly.

"Perhaps to-morrow. I don't know."

"If you do go then," she said, with again that little touch of shyness,
"I suppose I won't see you again."

"See you again," exclaimed Barry, his tone indicating that the
possibility of such a calamity was unthinkable, "why, of course I shall
see you again. I must see you again--I--I--I just must see you again."

"Good night, then," she said in a soft, hurried voice, throwing in her
clutch.

Barry stood listening in the dark to the hum of her engine, growing more
faint every moment.

"Some girl, eh?" said a voice. At his side he saw Harry Hobbs. Barry
turned sharply upon him.

"Now then, Hobbs, some wood and we will get a fire going and look
lively! And, Hobbs, I believe there's a fence about fifty yards down
there, which you might find useful. Now move. Quick!" Unconsciously he
tried to reproduce, in uttering the last word, Duff's tone and manner.
The effect was evident immediately.

Hobbs without further words departed in the darkness. Again Barry stood
listening to the hum of the engine, until he could no longer hear it in
the noise and confusion of the camp, but in his heart Harry's words made
music.

"Some girl, eh?"

As he stood there in the darkness, hearing that music in his heart, a
voice broke in, swearing hard and deep oaths. It was the M. O.

"Hello, doc, my boy; come here," cried