of Truth and Love, and "go
no more out forever," because they are akin to Him.

In the sorely tortured graveyard, beside the little shell-wrecked
Zillebeck church, in a hole made by an enemy shell, they laid McCuaig--a
fitting resting place for one who had lived his days in the free wild
spaces of the Canadian west, a fitting tomb for as gallant a soldier as
Canada ever sent forth to war to make the world free.

That night the battalion was relieved. Worn, spent, but with spirit
unbroken, they crawled out from under that matted mass of tangled
trunks, sending out their wounded before them, and leaving their buried
dead behind them, to hold with other Canadian dead the line which from
St. Julien, by Hooge, Sanctuary Wood, and Maple Copse, and Mount Sorel,
and Hill 60, and on to St. Eloi, guards the way to Ypres and to the sea.
To Canada every foot of her great domain, from sea to sea, is dear, but
while time shall last Canada will hold dear as her own that bloodsoaked
sacred soil which her dead battalions hold for Honour, Faith and
Freedom.

CHAPTER XVII

LONDON LEAVE AND PHYLLIS

The leave train pulled into the Boulogne station exactly twenty-six
hours late. As Barry stepped off the train he was met by the R. T. O.,
an old Imperial officer with a brisk and important military manner.

"You are the O. C. train, sir?" he inquired.

"I am, sir," replied Barry, saluting.

"You have had a hard time, I understand," said the R. T. O., drawing him
off to one side and speaking in a low tone.

"Yes sir, we HAVE had a hard time," replied Barry, "at least the men
have. This is my report, sir."

The R. T. O. took the document, opened it, glanced hurriedly through it.

"Ah," he said, "ninety-seven casualties, thirteen fatal. Very bad. Six
burned. This is truly terrible."

"There were only two soldiers burned, sir," replied Barry, "but it IS
terrible, especially when you think that the men were going on leave and
were supposed to have got quit of the danger zone."

"Very, very terrible," said the officer. "You ran off the track, I
understand."

"No, sir, it was a collision. There must have been gross carelessness,
sir," said Barry. "I trust there will be an investigation. I have taken
the liberty to suggest that, sir, in my report."

Barry's voice was stern.

"You need have no apprehension on that score, sir," said the R. T. O.,
with his eyes still upon the report. "This is very clear and concise.
I see you m