"The pain will stop in a few minutes and then I'll come and look after you." He nodded gratefully, still moaning, and she hurried to rejoin Mr.
Merrick.
"Beth must be in the next hollow," said Uncle John as she overtook him, and his voice betrayed his nervous tension.

"I do wish you girls would not be so reckless." Yes; they found her in the next hollow, where several men were grouped about her.

She was dressing the shattered hand of a soldier, while two or three others were patiently awaiting her services.

Just beside her a sweet-faced Sister of Mercy was bending over a dying man, comforting him with her prayers.

Over the ridge of sand could be heard the "ping" of small arms mingled with the hoarse roar of machine guns.