MAUD BARRINGTON IS MERCILESS Dane overtook the wagon close by the birch bluff at Silverdale Grange.

It was late then, but there were lights in the windows that blinked beyond the trees, and, when the wagon stopped, Barrington stood in the entrance with one or two of his hired men.

Accidents are not infrequent on the prairie, where surgical assistance is not always available, and there was a shutter ready on the ground beside him, for the Colonel had seen the field hospital in operation.
"Unhook the tailboard," he said sharply.

"Two of you pick up the shutter.

Four more here.