The confusion and panic among the wounded was terrible; ward-masters, nurses, surgeons, ran hither and thither, striving to quiet the excited patients as shell after shell rushed yelling overhead or exploded with terrific force, raining its whirring iron fragments over roof and chimney.
Ailsa, calm and collected in the dreadful crisis, stood at the end of the ward, directing the unnerved stretcher bearers, superintending the carrying out of cots to the barns, which stood in the shelter of the rising ground along the course of the little stream.
Letty appeared from the corridor behind her; and Ailsa smiled and kissed her lightly on the cheek; and the blood came back to the girl's face in a passion of gratitude which even the terror of death could not lessen or check.
"Ailsa--darling--" she whispered; then shuddered in the violence of an explosion that shattered the window-glass beside her, "We're taking them to the old barns, Letty," said Ailsa, steadying her voice.

"Will you take charge here while I go to Colonel Arran ?" "They've taken him out," whispered Letty.

"That ward is on fire.
Everybody is out.

W-what a cruel thing for our boys! Some of them were getting well! Can you come now ?" "As soon as they carry out young Spencer.

He's the last.