Huge shadows rose up and danced in the ruddy light, as the candles burned lower.

Then Dr.West began another story, but was checked by the appearance of a hospital steward: "Davis, Ward A, No.

3, is very bad, sir." "Going ?" "Yes, sir." The doctor bent above the table, took a hasty spoonful of pudding, nodded to the company, and went out.
"Speaking of malingerers," began Hammond, "I saw the Colonel of the forty Thieves put down in a most amusing manner the day before Bull Run.

Shall I tell it?
It involves some swearing." Ailsa laughed.

"Proceed, Dr.Hammond.