ut his hand. His radiant face
told its own story.

"Thank God, Doctor, it has passed. I don't think my pulse went a beat
faster when the guns opened on us, and the crackle of our own musketry
had no more effect. I think it has gone forever."

"I am glad indeed, Bathurst," the Doctor said, warmly grasping his hand.
"I hoped that it might be so."

"No words can express how grateful I feel," Bathurst said. "The cloud
that shadowed my life seems lifted, and henceforth I shall be able to
look a man in the face."

"You are wounded, I see," the Doctor said.

"Yes, I had a pistol ball through my left arm. I fancy the bone is
broken, but that is of no consequence."

"A broken arm is no trifle," the Doctor said, "especially in a climate
like this. Come into the hospital at once and let me see to it."

One of the bones of the forearm was indeed broken, and the Doctor,
having applied splints and bandages, peremptorily ordered him to lie
down. Bathurst protested that he was perfectly able to get up with his
arm in a sling.

"I know you are able," the Doctor said testily; "but if you were to go
about in this oven, we should very likely have you in a high fever by
tomorrow morning. Keep yourself perfectly quiet for today; by tomorrow,
if you have no signs of fever, and the wound is doing well, we will see
about it."

Upon leaving him Dr. Wade went out and heard the details of the fight.

"Your friend Bathurst particularly distinguished himself," the officer
who commanded the volunteers said. "He cut down the ressaldar who
commanded the Sepoys, and was in the thick of it. I saw him run one
sowar through and shoot another. I am not surprised at his fighting
so well after what you have gone through in Deennugghur and in that
Cawnpore business."

The Doctor then went up to see Isobel. She looked flushed and excited.

"Is it true, Doctor, that Mr. Bathurst went out with the volunteers, and
that he is wounded?"

"Both items are true, my dear. Fortunately the wound is not serious. A
ball has broken the small bone of the left forearm, but I don't think it
will lay him up for long; in fact, he objects strongly to go to bed."

"But how did he--how is it he went out to fight, Doctor? I could hardly
believe it when I was told, though of course I did not say so."

"My dear, it was an experiment. He told me that he did not feel at all
nervous when the Sepoys rushed in at the gate firing when he was walking
off with you, and it st