n the next room. Do you want to see it? He was pretty badly
smashed up, I'm afraid."

"I think I should like to see him," said Cameron. "I know his people,
you see, and I would like to tell them that I saw him."

"Oh, all right," said the doctor. He called an orderly.

"Come this way, sir," said the orderly.

Together they followed the orderly into the next room, apparently a
storehouse for grain. There lying upon the floor they saw three silent
shapes, wrapped in grey blankets.

"This is Mcpherson, sir," said the orderly, looking at the card attached
to the blanket.

He stooped, drew down the blanket from the face and stepped back. In
civil life, both Barry and Cameron had seen the faces of the dead, but
only in the coffin, after having been prepared for burial by those whose
office it is to soften by their art death's grim austerities.

Cameron gave one swift glance at the shapeless, bloody mass, out of
which stared up at him wide-open glassy eyes.

"Oh, my God, my God!" he gasped, gripping Barry by the arm, and
staggering back as if he had received a blow. He turned to the door as
if to make his escape, but Barry, himself white and shaken, held him
firmly.

"Steady, old boy," he said. "Steady, Duncan!"

"Oh, let me go! Let me get out of here!"

"Duncan, there are a lot of wounded chaps out there."

The boy--he was only nineteen--was halted at the word, stood motionless
and then muttered:

"You are right, sir. I was forgetting."

"And, Duncan, remember," said Barry, in a quiet and solemn voice,
"there's more than that to McPherson. That fine young chap whom you knew
and loved is not that poor and battered piece of clay. Your friend has
escaped from death and all its horrors."

"Yes, yes, I know," whispered Cameron, still shaking. "We'll go out now,
sir. I'll be all right. I assure you I'm all right."

They passed out into the dressing-room again, where the wounded were
continuing to arrive. Cameron was for departing at once, but Barry
held him back, unwilling that the lad should be driven away beaten and
unnerved by what he had seen.

"I say, Duncan, let's see some of these boys. We can perhaps cheer them
up a bit. They need it badly enough, God knows."

"All right," muttered Cameron, sitting down upon a bench in the shadow.
They waited there till Dr. Gregg came along.

"Hello, Dunbar, you are looking seedy. Feeling rotten, eh?" said the
doctor, eying him critically for a few moments.

"Oh, I