nchwoman, who was doing all that a woman could, to
help; she was not there to kill, but to save.

"Mademoiselle, you're very kind."

"I'm not mademoiselle," was the woman's reply in French; "I am madame."
Her voice trembled as she spoke: "I was married just before the war,
and my husband was called away to fight."

"Where is he now?"

"I don't know; I have not heard for weeks, but I live in hope. I pray
that he will come back; meanwhile, I am doing what I can."

"I wish I could fight again," said Bob.

"Ah, but you will; the doctor told me. Ah, here is the doctor!"

"I'm not done for, doctor?" asked Bob.

"Done for? My dear chap, no; you've had a bad time--collar-bone
broken, two ribs broken, nasty wound in your side--but in a few weeks
you'll be all right again. Is there any one to whom I could write, so
that their minds may be relieved about you?"

"Yes," said Bob, "write to my mother," and he told the doctor his
mother's name and address.

"Can friends come to see me?" asked Bob.

"To-morrow or the next day, yes, certainly; in a few days you'll be
convalescent."

Away in another part of the hospital a man sat smoking a cigarette; he
had, during the early part of the day been taking exercise, and,
although he felt no pain, he was tired after his exertions.

"In another week I shall be at it again," he reflected. "Heavens, life
is a curious whirligig of a business. Fancy, after all I said to him,
his coming to the front in this way! A kind of strange irony of fate
that he, of all men, should pull me out of the very jaws of death. Of
course, he didn't know who I was, or he wouldn't have done it. It was
a plucky thing, anyhow; and--and--by Jove, there she is!"

He rose quickly from his chair as he spoke, and went out into the
autumn sunshine, where a woman, wearing a nurse's uniform, was talking
with a doctor.

"Nancy," said the man, when presently she came towards him, "I haven't
seen you for days; this is a lucky chance."

"I haven't much time for anything," she replied; "fifty poor fellows
were brought here from the front this morning, and ever since every one
of us has been hard at it. Are you all right?"

"Yes, I shall soon be well. In another week, the doctor tells me, I
shall be at the front again. But for the thought of leaving you, I
shall be jolly glad. We little thought, Nancy, when we parted in
Cornwall, and when I told you you might have to nurse me, that it would
actually