"Hold tight around my neck." "Now--" another shell scattered sand over them--"we must get away from here." Breathing thickly, he staggered across the open, dropping her with a great groan behind the protection of the ridge.
"The man you were helping," he gasped.

"I must bring him in." "But you are wounded--" Patsy cried.
He straightened up--his hand clutched his side--there came across his disfigured features a queer twisted smile--he sighed softly and slowly sank in a crumpled heap.

A clean little puncture in the breast of his coat told the whole story.

Patsy felt herself slipping....

All grew dark.
* * * * * It was Ajo who found her and carried her back to the ambulance, where Dr.Kelsey and Nanette were presently able to restore her to consciousness.