At the sight of the child she leapt up and clutched him in her arms, half crazy with joy and gratitude, and a few sympathetic tears stole down Diana's cheeks as she and her fellow-helper moved away, leaving the mother and child together.
The man beside her drew her arm brusquely within his.
"You're not going near that--that hell again.

Do you hear ?" he said harshly.
His face looked white and drawn; it was smeared with dirt, and his clothes were torn and dishevelled.

Here and there his coat was stained with dark, wet patches.

Diana shuddered a little, guessing what those patches were.
"_You've_ been helping!" she burst out passionately.

"Did you want me to sit still and do nothing while--while that is going on just below ?" And she pointed to where the injured were being borne along on roughly improvised stretchers.