Fear nothing for yourself, dear lady.

There will be a place for you in the baggage-wagon." "And for me, too ?" Grace pleaded, eagerly.
The surgeon's invincible arm stole round the young lady's waist, and answered mutely with a squeeze.
"Take her with you," said Mercy.

"My place is with the men whom you leave behind." Grace listened in amazement.

"Think what you risk," she said "if you stop here." Mercy pointed to her left shoulder.
"Don't alarm yourself on my account," she answered; "the red cross will protect me." Another roll of the drum warned the susceptible surgeon to take his place as director-general of the ambulance without any further delay.

He conducted Grace to a chair, and placed both her hands on his heart this time, to reconcile her to the misfortune of his absence.