know who you are! You are Tony Hazelden!"

"Helen here?" gasped the man.

"Yes," said Zaidos. "She is a nurse over there, a few yards away."

"Helen here?" said the man again.

"Yes, I tell you!" cried Zaidos. "Hang on to yourself! You want to
tell her why you did not answer that letter she wrote you; don't you?"

"I never received a letter," said Hazelden, for it was he.

"That's what I told her," said Zaidos. "Now you just hang on to
yourself. Don't you let go! Do whatever you like afterwards, but
don't make me go back there and tell her you have gone and died before
I could get you in hospital. I'd like to know where that Velo is with
my kit! Here, take another drink of this!"

He pressed the flask once more to Hazelden's white lips. The man
seemed sinking into a stupor. Zaidos watched him with secret terror.
After the miracle of finding Hazelden here, when he was supposed by
Helen to be far off in France, and after the brief joy of thinking that
he might be the one to reunite the parted lovers, it was too hard to
face the loss of his man. Zaidos kept calling him by name.
Finally--it seemed a long, long time--Hazelden opened his eyes again.

"I can't see just how it is," he said. "Are you sure Helen is here?"

"Yes, she is here, I promise you," said Zaidos. "And you want to brace
up for her sake. For her sake, do you understand? Her heart is about
broken. Don't you go and die now after all the trouble you have made."

Hazelden gave Zaidos a straight look.

"What are you thinking of?" he said in his weak whisper. "You don't
suppose I could die _now_, do you?"

"Here's my kit," said Zaidos, as Velo came hurrying up.

He fastened the artery rudely but well, and lifting off the unconscious
soldier, they carefully placed Hazelden on the stretcher. Many, many
times that day Zaidos had been thankful for his steel muscles and man's
stature, and now he was more thankful than ever. With all the care
possible they carried their burden over the rough, uneven ground back
to the First Aid Station.

Zaidos' heart sang within him. The impossible had happened. He was
bringing Tony Hazelden back to the girl who loved him, and Hazelden
loved her. Zaidos knew that, not only because of the picture Tony
carried, but because no one could have seen Hazelden's face when he
spoke Helen's name and not know that his heart was breaking for her.
Zaidos knew that Hazelden's life hung on the merest thread, but