devoted her time to
domestic affairs.

Now something must be done for the soldier whose presence in the old
chateau and whose behavior were equally puzzling, and as there was no
one else, Sally had no idea of shirking the immediate task. In her Camp
Fire kit she always carried first aid supplies.

"If you will go to the room where you found the water and wash your arm
as thoroughly as you can I will put on a fresh bandage for you," she
offered. "Don't argue and don't be long, for something simply has to be
done for you, you are in such a dreadful condition."

Even in the midst of feeling a little like Florence Nightingale, Sally
preserved a due amount of caution. She had no idea of wandering about a
tumble-down chateau with a strange soldier. In reality she was not so
much afraid of him as of the house itself. She had the impression that
the walls were ready to topple down and bury her.

When the soldier did not move, Sally beckoned him imperiously toward the
open arch where she had remained standing just outside the walls.

"You are to come here, while I take off the old bandage. No one will see
you and I am afraid to enter so dangerous a place."

The man obeyed, and Sally cut away the soiled linen, trying not to get
too distinct an impression of the wound underneath. Yet what she saw
alarmed her sufficiently, for she knew enough to realize that the wound
required more scientific treatment than she felt able to give. "Now go
and wash your arm," she directed, and without a word he went off.

During the ten minutes her self-imposed patient remained away, Sally
seriously considered his puzzling situation and determined upon the
advice she would offer.

In the first place, so far he had given her no explanation for his
conduct.

Why was he in concealment? The possibility that the soldier might have
committed a wrong which made it incumbent that he hide from justice did
not occur to Sally. She simply determined that they would discuss the
subject to some satisfactory end on his return.

The young man did look much better, having made an effort to cleanse his
face as well as his wound, but as Sally took hold of his hand before
beginning her task, she was startled to discover that he was suffering
from a fever through neglect of his injury. This made her the more
determined. Although appreciating her own inefficiency and disliking the
work, there was nothing to be done at present but to go ahead with her
own simpl