HE DISAPPEARS Swiftly and silently along the quiet, winding road sped the dispatch-rider.

Away from the ocean he was hurrying, where the great ships were coming in, each a fulfilment and a challenge; away from scenes of debarkation where Uncle Sam was pouring his endless wealth of courage and determination into bleeding, suffering, gallant France.
Past the big hotel he went, past the pleasant villa, through village and hamlet, and farther and farther into the East, bound for the little corner of the big salient whence he had come.
He bore with him a packet and some letters.

One was to be left at Neufchatel; others at Breteuil.

There was one in particular for Cantigny.

His name was mentioned in it, but he did not know that.