hat is it?"

"My arm, sir," said the boy, adding some words in a low tone. "But I'm
all right," he said brightly. "You'll write my mother, sir, and tell
her? You'll know what to say."

"Surely I will. You'll be all right, old boy, God bless you! Good luck,
Ewen!"

Then leaning over the boy, he added in a low voice, "Remember you are
not all alone. God is with you. You won't forget that!"

"I won't, sir. I know it well," said Ewen earnestly.

Most of the stretcher cases had been hurried away. Only a few of the
more seriously wounded remained. As Barry turned away from the car, he
saw the medical officer and sergeant major approaching him.

"A terrible business," said Barry, in a horror-stricken voice. "Splendid
chaps. How plucky they are!"

The M. O. made no reply, but coming close to Barry, he put his arm
through his, the sergeant major taking him by the other arm.

"I say, Barry, old chap," said the M. O. in a grave voice, calling him
for the first time by his first name. "There is some one here that you
know well."

"Some one I know," said Barry, standing still and looking from one to
the other.

"Ay, sir. Some one we all know and greatly respect," replied the
sergeant major.

"Not--not--oh, not my father!"

The M. O. nodded.

"Bad, doctor? Not dying, doctor?" His face was white even in spite of
his tan. His hands closed about the doctor's arm in a grip that reached
to the bone.

"No, not dying, Barry, but in a bad way, I fear."

"Take me," muttered Barry, in a dazed way, and they moved together
rapidly across the platform.

"Wait a moment, doctor," said Barry, breathing hard.

They stood still, a silent and sympathetic group of soldiers about them.
Barry turned from them, walked a few steps, his clasped hands writhing
before him, then stood with his face uplifted to the sky for a few
moments.

"All right, doctor, I'll follow," he said, coming quietly back. "Will he
know me?"

"Sure thing, sir," said the sergeant major cheerily. "He was asking for
you."

On a stretcher, waiting to be lifted into the ambulance, he found his
father, lying white and still.

"Dad!" cried Barry, dropping to his knees beside him. He put his arms
around him on the stretcher, and kissed him on both cheeks and on the
lips. They all drew back from the stretcher and turned their backs upon
the two.

"Barry, my boy. Thank the good God! I feared I would not see you. It's
all right now. Everything is all right now. I