He not answer Ba'teese when he call 'Pierre! Pierre!' Here, and here, and here--" the big man pointed to his breast and face and arms--"was the shrapnel.

He sigh in my arms--then he is gone.
Ba'teese ask that night for duty on the line.

He swear never again to be _l' M'sieu Doctaire_.

All his life he help--help--help--but when the time come, he cannot help his own.

And by'm'by, Ba'teese come home--and find that." He pointed out into the shadows beneath the pines.
"She had died ?" "Died!" The man's face had gone suddenly purple.