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The Belgian shrugged his shoulders as ht now take their course, and they were mistaken if for one one fifty yards before he begged to be put down He said it was absolutely necessary that he should go back to the village and collect the wounded there and have theo Charlotte looked round the corner of the hood and saw hiot a nerve," said John, "to be able to do it"

"What excuse do you think he'll ht dyke of the road went on and on Seen from the sunk German lines the heavy a a wall She thought again of John on his exposed seat If only he had let her drive--But that was absurd Of course he wouldn't let her If you were to keep on thinking of the things thatcould take froerous run across the open She had to remind herself that the adventure, the romance of it was not what one out for

When they came to the wounded, when they caan to sho; it sat on one side of the road, low and alone in the flat land, an open field in front of it, and at the bottom of the field the river and a line of s, and behind the s the Ger the branches You could see it was an outpost, one of the points at which the Gere They supposed that the house where the wounded men ould be the last of the short row

Here on their right there were no houses, only the long, high flank of a barn The parts that had been built out into the field were shelled away, but the outer wall by the roadside still held It was all that stood between theuns They drew up the car under its shelter and got down

They could see all the houses of the harey doors and shutters The three that looked out on to the barn were untouched A few yards ahead a small, empty wine-shop faced the open field; its doorstep and the path in front of its s glittered with glass dust, with spikes and splinters, and heaped shale of glass that slid and cracked under your feet Beyond it, a house with its door and all its s and the front slope of its roof blown in A broken shutter sagged from the wall Then the shell of the last house; it pricked up one plastered gable, white and hard against the blue