about me."

Barry heaved his bed-roll at the doctor and departed.

At the R. A. M. C. Hospital the Officer Commanding, to whom he had sent
in his card, gave him a cordial greeting.

"I am glad to know you, sir. We have quite a lot of your chaps here now
and then, and fine fellows they seem to be. We expect a hospital train
this morning, and I understand there are some Canadians among them.
Rather a bad go a few days ago at St. Eloi. Heavy casualty list.
Clearing stations all crowded, and so they are sending a lot down the
line."

"Canadians?" asked Barry, thinking of his father. "You have not heard
what unit, sir?"

"No, we only get the numbers and the character of the casualties and
that sort of thing. Well, I must be off. Would you care to look around?"

"Thank you, no. We are also on the march. I simply came to tell you how
very greatly our men appreciated your help last night."

"Oh, that's perfectly all right. Glad the sergeant had sense enough to
do the right thing."

Barry hesitated.

"May I see--ah--the sergeant?"

"The sergeant? Why, certainly, but it's not necessary at all."

The sergeant was called and duly thanked. The R. A. M. C. officer was
obviously anxious to be rid of his visitor and to get off to his duty.

Still Barry lingered.

"There was also a young lady, sir, last night," he said at length.

"A young lady?"

"Sister Vincent, sir," interjected the sergeant. "She ran them up to the
camp in her car, sir. The ambulances and cars were all under orders."

"Ah! Ran you up to the camp, eh?"

"Yes, she ran us up with the biscuits and coffee. It was awfully kind of
her."

"Ah!--Um!--Very good! Very good! Sergeant, call her," said the O. C.
abruptly.

"I'm afraid she'd be asleep now, sir. She was on night duty, sir."

"Oh, then," said Barry, "please don't disturb her. I wouldn't think of
it. If you will be kind enough, sir, to convey the thanks of the men and
of myself to her."

"Surely, surely! Well, I really must be going. Goodbye! Good luck!"

He turned to his motor car. "I won't forget, sir," he said to Barry.
"Oh, I'll be sure to tell her," he added with a significant smile.

As Barry was mounting his horse, the strains of the battalion band were
heard floating down the street. He drew up his horse beside the entrance
and waited. Down the winding hill they came, tall, lean, hard-looking
men, striding with the free, easy swing of the men of the foothills.
Barry felt his hear