s head.

"Only a scratch, Buddy! A piece of the shell grazed me. First I thought
it had taken me for fair, but it's only a scratch. If I don't get any
worse than that I'm lucky. Now to have a look at your bunkies."

Charles Anderson seemed to need little looking after, for he arose to
his feet, appearing somewhat dazed, but not hurt, as far as was
evidenced.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Just a little bit of a compliment from our friend Fritz," answered
Drew. "That was a real shell--no dud--but it exploded far enough away
from us not to do an awful lot of damage. That is, unless your other
bunkie is worse hurt."

"I'm afraid he is," observed Blake, for Joe had not yet moved, and dirt
covered him thickly.

The center of the fighting seemed to have passed beyond the group of
moving picture boys by this time. Blake, Charlie and Drew turned to
where Joe lay and began scraping the dirt from him.

He stirred uneasily while they were doing this, and murmured:

"It's all right. Put in another reel."

"Touched on the head," said the soldier. "We'd better get him back of
the lines where he can see a doctor. Your machine got a touch of it,
too."

Anderson hurried over to the overturned camera. A quick examination
showed him that it had suffered no more damage than the broken support.

"It's all right," he announced. "Not even light-struck, I guess. I'll
take this and the boxes of film," and he shouldered his burden.

"Well, I'll take your bunkie--guess I can manage to carry him better
than you, for we've had practice in that--and you can shoulder the other
picture machine," said Drew, as he moved over to Joe. "We won't wait for
the stretcher-men. They won't be along for some time if this keeps up.
Come on now."

"But can you manage, hurt as you are?" asked Blake.

"Oh, sure! Mine's only a scratch. Wait, I'll give myself a little first
aid and then I'll be all right."

With the help of Blake the soldier disinfected his wound with a liquid
he took from his field kit, and then, having bound a bandage around his
head, he picked up the still unconscious Joe and started back with him
to the rear trenches.

They had to make a detour to avoid some of the German fire, which was
still hot in sections, but finally managed to get to a place of
comparative safety. Here they were met by a party of ambulance men, and
Joe was placed on a stretcher and taken to a first dressing station.

Meanwhile, Anderson put the cameras wi