He started toward her and she disappeared noiselessly, without having spoken a word.

She was the only living person we saw in that town.
Just beyond the town, though, we met a wagon--a furniture dealer's wagon--from some larger community, which had been impressed by the Belgian authorities, military or civil, for ambulance service.

A jaded team of horses drew it, and white flags with red crosses in their centers drooped over the wheels, fore and aft.

One man led the near horse by the bit and two other men walked behind the wagon.

All three of them had Red Cross brassards on the sleeves of their coats.
The wagon had a hood on it, but was open at both ends.