was on duty and refrained from going up to him.

Above, the sunset sky was cloudless. Like tiny specks, miles to
eastward, a few enemy airships circled above the heap of
clustered hills which marked the nearest German position. The
torn-up plain, between, seemed barren of life. So, at first, did
the farther end of the jutting ridge on which the village was
perched. But presently Bruce's idly wandering eye was caught by a
flutter of white among some boulders that clumped together on the
ridge's brow farthest from the village.

Some one--a woman, from the dress--was apparently picking her way
through the boulders. As Bruce moved forward, a big rock shut her
off from his view and from the view of the hamlet and of the
maneuvering infantry company a furlong away.

Just then a puff of breeze blew from eastward toward the collie;
and it bore to him a faint scent that set his ruff a-bristle and
his soft brown eyes ablaze. To a dog, a scent once smelled is as
recognizable again as is the sight of a once-seen face to a
human. Bruce set off at a hand-gallop toward the clump of
boulders.

The Red Cross nurse, whom Bruce had so nearly killed, was off
duty until the night-shift should go on at the hospital. The
nurse had taken advantage of this brief surcease from toil, by
going for a little walk in the cool sunset air, and had carried
along a bag of sewing.

Up to three months ago this nurse had been known as Heinrich