"She has just given me first aid and sent me to the rear--God bless her!" Then he trailed on, a British Tommy Atkins, while with one accord Maud and Uncle John moved in the direction he had indicated.
"She mustn't be so reckless," said Beth's uncle, nervously.

"It's bad enough back here, but every step nearer the firing line doubles the danger." "I do not agree with you, sir," answered Maud quietly.

"A man was killed not two paces from me, a little while ago." He shuddered and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, but made no reply.

They climbed another line of dunes and in the hollow beyond came upon several fallen soldiers, one of whom was moaning with pain.

Maud ran to kneel beside him and in a twinkling had her hypodermic needle in his arm.
"Bear it bravely," she said in French.