I must go at once to our lines.

Cousin Margaret will bring you something to eat." They shook hands again.
"I can't do much fighting," said Woodville, "owing to this wounded arm of mine, but I can carry messages, and the line is so long many are to be taken." He went out and Miss Woodville came soon with food on a tray.

Dick suspected that they could ill spare it, but he must eat and he feared to offer pay.

It embarrassed him, too, that she should wait upon him, but, in their situation, it was absolutely necessary that she do so, even were there a servant somewhere, which he doubted.

But she left the tray, and when she returned for it an hour later she had only a few words to say.
Dick stood at the round hole that served as a window.