ng he was now useless, reluctantly obeyed.
Bill then heaved Claud over his shoulder and followed hard.

Bang! Bang! Bang! went the Turkish rifles. Claud was hit in the hand,
and poor Bill struck in the leg and back; then he fell exhausted into
the trench, the wounded Claud on top.

"Bravo! Buster--you're a white man, anyway," said the Colonel.

"A done man, Colonel," said Bill with a wan smile as he fainted away.
His wounds and Claud's wounds were bound with the Colonel's own hand.
Then commenced the weary procession through trench after trench to the
hospital below. They were but two in a cavalcade of thousands. They
passed from the zones of dead into the camp of tears and moaning. Men
shattered and dying were there; others, more fortunate, wetted their
lips and eased their way to God.

Poor Claud and Bill arrived, senseless, almost lifeless. But kind
hands staunched their wounds, allayed their thirst, and carried them on
board the ship for Alexandria. There they found the first taste of
that gentle peace which is soothing to the heart of every nerve-racked
soldier. Nourishment soon brought them round. And, strange to say,
both returned from the land of wanderings to the delights of reality at
the same time.

"Bill! Bill!" muttered Claud as he came round. "I'm here, ole sport,"
said Bill, holding out his pale, wan hand.

"Good! But where's Paddy?"

"Sure, an ould Paddy's here," roared Doolan from a berth on the other
side of the deck.

"Thank God!" And Claud tumbled into a more natural sleep, refreshed
with the thought that at least two out of his three friends still lived.

Sips of brandy, drops of milk, clean bandages, and willing Australian
nurses soon brought the genial three round to a more normal state. And
in speaking of Australian nurses, let me say that they are the finest
girls in the hospital world. They may laugh, they may flirt, but they
can work. They have no side and no false airs. They want to do their
job in the quickest, kindest, quietest way that can be found.

* * * * *

The great ship slipped through the breakwater of Alexandria. Hundreds
awaited her coming--nurses, doctors, and friends. Bill and Claud could
not get up to view the scene. But Paddy watched it all. His eyes
scanned the faces on shore. At last they rested on a familiar
figure--a girl with a beautiful form, a charming but an anxious face.
Yes, it was Sybil Graham. He slippe