had seen.

Finally, chancing to look their way, the Captain smiled and waved a
friendly hand. A little girl clapped her hands, others started to
cheer and a little man of ten dragged an American flag from his pocket
and waved it. The Captain beckoned to the children.

"Come in, folks," he called. "I wish some one to talk to me and make
me laugh. Are you coming?"

They were. The children started, at first hesitatingly, then with more
confidence, led by the boy with the American flag, which he was waving
bravely now.

"What's your name?" demanded the Captain.

"Joe Funk, sir."

The Captain laughed. "No boy so patriotic as you are should have a
name like that," he said. "We all are going to be great friends, I am
sure, and when I get this leg, that a German shell nearly blew off, in
working order again, we shall have some real sport and I'll teach you
all how to be soldiers. Just now I cannot do much of anything."

"Yes, you can," interrupted Joe. "You can tell us how you rescued the
soldier when the Germans were shooting at you and--"

"Master Joseph," answered the Captain gravely, "a real soldier never
brags about himself; but what you say does give me an idea. How would
you like to have me tell you about the brave little children of