"You will oblige me, doctor, by giving him the quickest and most
careful attention. There may be a chance. He is one of the bravest
men in the army. Don't let him die if there is a chance for him.
Miss--er--the nurse--has asked if he can be moved to-day."

"No. But wait; I don't see why, if it will satisfy her. He will
die anyhow, so why not tell her that we will start south with him
to-morrow?"

"It isn't fair. She should be told the truth."

"He'd die, that's all--any way you put it."

"You will make the examination?"

"Yes, in--at once."

"But you--you feel that it is hopeless?"

"Certainly, sir."

"I'm-I'm sorry," said Bray, walking away. The doctor looked after
him with a queer expression in his eyes and then called his confrere
to the pallet.

Bray found Jane waiting for him outside the door; Teresa Velasquez
was standing beside her, holding her hand.

"What does he say?" cried Jane, grey with anguish.