I'm not very strong." That pitiful word did for Barry what nothing else could do.

He lifted his head, stood up and drew a deep breath.
"Sure thing, dad," he said, in a clear, steady voice.

"I mustn't keep you." He motioned to the bearers.

Then suddenly recollecting that his duty would call him away from his father, he turned to the M.O., an agony of supplication in his voice.
"Oh, doctor, must I leave him here ?" he asked in a low tone.
Just then an orderly came running up to him, and, saluting, said: "Sir, the Commanding Officer says you are to remain behind with your father--till--till--" "Until you are sent for," said the M.O.

"I will see to that." "Where's the Commanding Officer ?" cried Barry, starting forward.
"He has gone off somewheres, sir.