It's been going on the whole morning--and down the whole front from Arras to the Scarpe.' 'And we've held ?--we've _held_ ?' 'So far magnificently.

Our outpost troops have been withdrawn to the battle-zone--that's all.

The line has held everywhere.

The Germans have lost heavily.' 'Outpost troops!' whispered the boy--'why, that's nothing! We always expected--to lose the first line.

Good old Army!' A pause, and then--so faintly breathed as to be scarcely audible, and yet in ecstasy--'England!--England!' His joy was wonderful--heart-breaking--while all those around him wept.
He lay murmuring to himself a little while, his hand in Pamela's.
Then for a last time he looked at his father, but was now too weak to speak.