n his heart, Barry earnestly hoped that the sergeant would interpose
with a more definite command, but, inasmuch as the bombardment had
apparently ceased, and as if it were all in a day's work, the driver,
buttoning up his coat, said:

"We'll go, sir, if you are ready."

A few minutes' run brought them to the gate of the ruined city. As
the car felt its way through the ghostly town, Barry was only vaguely
conscious in the darkness of its ghostly skeletonlike ruins. Fifteen
minutes brought them to the Menin gate.

"Sounds rather hot out there," remarked the driver. "Well, Fritzie,
I guess we won't join your party this time. We prefer to wait, if you
don't mind, really."

He ran the car into the lee of the ramparts, by the side of the gateway,
waited there half an hour or so, until the "Evening Hate" was past; then
onward again to the Menin Mill.

They lifted the blanket covering the sandbagged entrance, passed through
a dark corridor and came into a cellar, lit by lanterns, swinging from
the roof, and by candles everywhere upon ledges or upon improvised
candlesticks.

No sooner had they come into the light, than Barry saw across the room
his friend, Dr. Gregg, his coat off, and his shirtsleeves rolled to his
elbows.

"Hello, Dunbar," said the doctor, coming forward. "I guess I won't shake
hands just now. Sit down. Won't you have a cup of coffee? Jim," turning
to an orderly, "give Captain Dunbar a cup of coffee."

Barry presented Cameron to his friend, and together they sat down and
waited. When the doctor was through with his patient, he came and sat
down with them.

"We came up to see a young chap named McPherson. I think you sent a note
down about him to-day."

"McPherson," said the doctor. "I don't remember, but I will see."

He turned to a desk and turning over the pages of a record, apparently
found the name, and returned to Barry.

"I am sorry to say that McPherson died this afternoon," he said.

"Dead," said Barry. He turned to Cameron. "I'm awfully sorry, Duncan."

"Was there anybody with him?" he enquired of the doctor. "He was
Lieutenant Cameron's very close friend, and college companion."

"Oh, awfully sorry," replied the doctor. "Yes, I think Captain Winter,
the chaplain of the --th, was with him at the last. He's not here just
now. I can tell you where to get him. To-morrow is his day here."

"Is--is--is his body still here?" enquired Cameron, after a few moments'
silence.

"Yes, it's i