The reactions from the exhaustion of physical training, from the monotonous routine of military discipline, from loneliness and homesickness were such as to call for that warm, sympathetic, brotherly aid, and for the uplifting spiritual inspiration that it is a chaplain's privilege to offer.

But in proportion as the service took on a nobler and loftier aspect, was Barry conscious to a corresponding degree of his own unfitness for the work.
When he returned to the city, he found no definite information awaiting him in regard to a place in the ambulance corps.

He returned home in an unhappy and uncertain frame of mind.
But under the drive of war, events were moving rapidly in Barry's life.
He arrived late in the afternoon, and proceeding to the military H.Q., he found neither his father nor Captain Neil Fraser in the office.
"Gone out for the afternoon, sir," was the word from the orderly in charge.
Wandering about the village, he saw in a field at its outskirts, a squad of recruits doing military evolutions and physical drill.

As he drew near he was arrested by the short, snappy tones of the N.C.O.

in charge.
"That chap knows his job," he said to himself, "and looks like his job, too," he added, as his eyes rested upon the neat, upright, soldier-like figure.
Captain Neil he found observing the drill from a distance.
"What do you think of that ?" he called out to Barry, as the latter came within hailing distance.