"It was more in the way of a suggestion.

I think I'll go.

The note said, 'dangerously wounded,' and he sent for me." "All right," said Barry, "we'll go on, and we'll almost certainly pick up some one who will be able to direct us to the Mill." Their road, which took them to Vlammertinghe, led through level fields, lying waste and desolate with rank, overgrowing weeds.

As they approached that historic village, they saw on every hand the cruel marks of war.

On either side of the road were roofless and shattered cottages, grown around with nettles and briars.