It was necessary to get my men to work at once, but I gave
particular orders to leave the nurses undisturbed. Disaster at the
front meant hard work at the rear. We all knew that, and
endeavoured to make ready for a sudden rush of wounded.

The rush began before daylight. As they came in we saw to them,
dressing their wounds and packing them as closely as possible. But
the stream was continuous. They never stopped coming; they never
gave us a moment's rest.

At six o'clock I gave orders to awaken the nurses and order them to
prepare their quarters for the reception of the wounded. At half-
past six an Army Hospital Corps man came to me in the ward.

"Shockin' case, sir, just come in," he said. "Officer. Gun busted,
sir."

"Take him to my quarters," I said, wiping my instruments on my
sleeve.

In a few minutes I followed, and on entering my little room the
first thing I saw was a pair of yellow boots.

There was no doubt about the boots and the white duck trousers, and
although I could not see the face, I knew that this was Sammy Fitz-
Warrener come back again.

A woman--one of the nurses for whom he had pleaded--was bending over
the bed with a sponge and a basin of tepid water. As I entered she
turned upon me a pair of calmly horror-stricken eyes.