"We can hear the boom of guns yet, even at this distance, and we left the battle line flowing back and forth like the waves of the ocean.

Have a cup of tea, Maurie ?" The man hesitated.
"I do not like to disturb anyone," he said slowly, "but if one of the young ladies is disengaged I would be grateful if she looks at my arm." "Your arm!" exclaimed Beth, regarding him wonderingly as he stood before her.
Maurie smiled.
"It is hardly worth mentioning, mamselle, but a bullet--" "Take off your coat," she commanded, rising from her seat to assist him.
Maurie complied.

His shirt was stained with blood.

Beth drew out her scissors and cut away the sleeve of his left arm.

A bullet had passed directly through the flesh, but without harming bone or muscle.
"Why didn't you tell us before ?" she asked reproachfully.
"It amounted to so little, beside the other hurts you had to attend," he answered.