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All night he stood and thought it out, glowering between the cracks of the car at the passing whirl, differentiating through the blackness now and then a group of trees or buildings or a quick flash of furtive light, but mainly darkness and monotony It was as if he were tied to the tail of a coht extended till the dull gray dawn There was no God anywhere in that dark night He had forgotten about Hily conscious of the devil at his right hand

They detrained and hiked across a bit of wet country that was all alike--all liness and dreariness of everything Sunny France! And this was sunny France!

At last they halted along a e, waiting for so, most of them, poor boys! If their mothers had appeared with a bowl of bread and milk and called them to bed they would have wept in her ar that soe had passed, the red tape necessary to e body like theain to another dreary halt so trail?

Cae the trouble to think anyhih

Suddenly someone--a comrade--touched him on the shoulder

"Come on in here, Cammie, you're all in This is the Salvation Army Hut!"

Cameron turned Salvation Ar he could think back to, that little Salvation Arreat lump He lurched after his friend, and dropped into the chair where he was pushed, sliding his ar his head quickly to hide his emotion He couldn't think as theway

"He's all in!" he heard the voice of his friend, "I thought ood old sport!"

Then a gentle hand touched his shoulder, lightly, like his mother's hand It thrilled him and he lifted his bleared eyes and looked into the face of a kindly gray-haired woman