He says that the slightest flesh wound sends a soldier
to the hospital."
"They haven't any choice in the matter. Besides, it isn't the same.
Poor devils, they may have been at it in the trenches for weeks and
months. A wound of any sort means a pleasant vacation. Still," he
went on after a moment, a faint derisive smile on his lips, "we had
a big husky up in Camp who insisted on going to bed every time he
had the nosebleed."
She was looking into his blood-shot eyes, infinite pity and concern
in her own.
"Will you let me dress your hands, Mr. Percival, whenever it is
necessary? I am getting used to it now."
"It's good of you, Miss Clinton," he replied gratefully. "But I
think you'd better stick to the fellows who really need attention.
Don't add an extra ounce to your burden. You'll need all of your
strength and courage to face the demands of the next few days.
Those chaps have just begun to suffer. They're going to have a tight
squeeze getting through,--if they get through at all. You have not
answered my question. Is there anything I can do for you or your
aunt?"
"No,--not a thing," she said. "We are quite all right. As Mr. Mott
said, we are all in the same boat, Mr.
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