And he crawled about from man to man, to all the wounded men round him, as long as he could, and did everything possible to relieve their sufferings--never thinking of himself--he was tying a bit of bandage round another man's leg when he went under.

They found them there, the doctor's dead hands still held the bandage tight, the bleeding was stopped and the other man's life was saved.

Some hero, wasn't he, Faith?
I tell you when I read that--" Jem and Faith moved on out of hearing.

Gertrude Oliver suddenly shivered.

Rilla pressed her arm sympathetically.
"Wasn't it dreadful, Miss Oliver?
I don't know why Jem tells such gruesome things at a time like this when we're all out for fun." "Do you think it dreadful, Rilla?
I thought it wonderful--beautiful.
Such a story makes one ashamed of ever doubting human nature.