"Is the lady seriously wounded ?" she asked.
"Don't trouble yourself to hold the light any longer," was the cool reply.

"It's all over--I can do nothing for her." "Dead ?" Surgeon Surville nodded and shook his fist in the direction of the outposts.

"Accursed Germans!" he cried, and looked down at the dead face on his arm, and shrugged his shoulders resignedly.

"The fortune of war!" he said as he lifted the body and placed it on the bed in one corner of the room.

"Next time, nurse, it may be you or me.