"In the dim light it's a miracle we didn't all of us slug the wrong men.

I--" He stopped.

Claire had been working over something on a table behind him.

Now she came forward with a cold compress for his abraded scalp.

Skillfully, she applied it, her dainty fingers wondrously deft.
"Red Cross ?" asked Brice, as she worked.
"Just a six-month nursing course, during the war," she said, modestly, adding: "I didn't get across." "I'm sorry," said Gavin.