But down the line, from Arras south, there is real war in the trenches and many are falling every day.

Arras is less than fifty miles from here--a two or three hours' run for our ambulances--and we could bring the wounded here and care for them as we originally intended." "Fifty miles is a long distance for a wounded man to travel," objected Maud.
"True," said the doctor, "but the roads are excellent." "Remember those swinging cots," said Ajo.
"We might try it," said Patsy, anxious to be doing something.

"Couldn't we start to-morrow for Arras, Uncle ?" "It occurs to me that we must first find a chauffeur," answered Mr.
Merrick, "and from my impressions of the inhabitants of Calais, that will prove a difficult task." "Why ?" "Every man jack of 'em is scared stiff," said Ajo, with a laugh.

"But we might ask the commandant to recommend someone.

The old boy seems friendly enough." The next day, however, brought important news from Antwerp.