You have become a friend to me that I could ill spare.

If aught of harm befell you, the campaign would be clouded to me, even though crowned with victory." Julian pressed the hand he held, and for a moment there was silence between the pair.

Wolfe looked out before him, and said musingly: "Does it never seem strange to you, Julian, the thought that our trade is one which makes us look upon the slaughter of our foes as the thing most to be desired, whilst we have that in our hearts which causes us to hate the very thought of suffering and death, either for ourselves or for others; and when we see our foes wounded and left upon the field of battle, we give them the care and tending that we give our own men, and seek in every way to allay their pain and bring them help and comfort ?" "Yes, truly; war is full of strange paradoxes," answered Julian thoughtfully.

"Sometimes I think that war, like all other ills, comes to us as a part of the curse which sin has brought into the world.

We cannot get away from it yet.