"Ees zat anew pain?" The elderly nurse was at once by his side. "We
must rest quiet, mon enfant. Quiet for joost one day more. Then you
will be moved to our nearest base -"

"Say, Madame!" Buck was interrupting eagerly, "what has become of the
girls that were here yesterday?"

"Ah-h! Yes, yes! They are grand Mesdemoiselles -- both. Reech! La,
la! I hear their
father owns r-railroads in your countree. Oui! Yiss, yiss, all right.
Zere! I am learning ze language. It cooms easy - adieu!" And she
vanished through the door.

"What do you think of that, Lafe? Why were those two young girls, both
Red Cross apprentices, why were they left here alone? Don't they know
the Boches would rather bomb a hospital than eat wienerwurst for lunch?
And then as soon as the place became really safe, off they go; but
where?"

"Say, Buck, you make me tired! Hush up! I guess we'll meet up with
them some day soon. If we don't -- what's the odds?"

"And their daddy -- so this blessed old mollycoddle says -- owns real
United States railroads. Makes me sick! But -- say, Lafe! Wasn't
that youngest one a beaut? If ever I get a furlough, I'm going to look
her up."

"And be a fool for your pains! Look here, you do have sense enough to
put up a good fight in the air. But on the ground, the real earth,
you're becoming a fool."