's Land that had passed into the pages of history. One by one the
other units were picked up, standing guard over captured positions.
Everything had been swept into the Allied pocket at an insignificant
cost.

Dawn had not yet streaked the east. Except for a fitful shot somewhere
back across the plain, where an overstrained sentry fired at a shadow,
the world slept. The regiment, flushed and happy, sprang down into its
trench; and Jeb was turning glumly toward the gravelly road, when the
Colonel stepped after him.

"I haven't your name," he said. "I want to send it in."

"Oh, that's all right," Jeb answered, afraid to look at this commander
of men, lest even in the dim light his stricken conscience might be
revealed.

"But it isn't all right," the officer smiled. "I heard what you did
earlier to-night--a rather fine thing, that!--and now you've turned
another trick, giving us eight hundred prisoners, twelve machine-gun
sections, and various stuff. You deserve a mention."

"Then just tell 'em," Jeb began; but he could not claim it and, blushing
guiltily, hurried off, yelling over his shoulder: "It isn't worth while,
really!"

Yet there had been something else that happened out on the field which
meant a great deal more to him. It had been while they were marching
homeward, when this same officer had laid a hand upon his arm and said:
"I hope the American army which landed yesterday is made up of your
stuff!" The words did not in any sense imply doubt; merely compliment,
but Jeb inwardly cringed because the American Army had been graded, even
in ignorance, with such as he. At that instant he had made a resolve--an
earnest, solemn resolve--to join that army and, by its influence, prove
himself worthy.

He now went hurriedly down into the quadrangle and turned to the dug-out
where he expected to find Bonsecours--the man who superseded Barrow in
authority. For he guessed that an ambulance would be standing farther at
the rear, waiting for the nine men whom he had brought in. When it took
them back, he determined that it would also take him to the fellows
from home who had just landed--to a new opportunity! Perhaps it was
ready to leave at any moment, and this thought gave him greater speed.

As he entered Tim, the last to receive attention, lay in a stretcher
ready to be moved. He had insisted upon being last, claiming this
preference because of the fact that he was a sergeant; and now, although
with a badly shatte