thie Feilding and I were left alone
for a little time in one of the cars. We drove back along the road
toward Dixmude, and rescued another wounded man left in a wayside
cottage.

By this time there were five towns blazing in the darkness, and in spite
of the awful suspense which we were now suffering we could not help
staring at the fiendish splendor of that sight.

Dr. Munro joined us again, and after consultation we decided to get as
near to Dixmude as we could, in case our friends had to come out without
their car or had been wounded.

The German bombardment was now terrific. All the guns were concentrated
upon Dixmude and the surrounding trenches. In the darkness under a
stable wall I stood listening to the great crashes for an hour, when I
had not expected such a lease of life. Inside the stable soldiers were
sleeping in the straw, careless that at any moment a shell might burst
through upon them. The hour seemed a night; then we saw the gleam of
headlights, and an English voice called out.

Ashmead-Bartlett and Gleeson had come back. They had gone to the
entrance to Dixmude, but could get no further, owing to the flames and
shells. They, too, had waited for an hour, but had not found de
Broqueville. It seemed certain that he was dead; and, very sorrowfully,
as there was nothing to be done, we drove back to Furnes.

At the gate of the convent were some Belgian ambulances which had come
from another part of the front with their wounded. I helped to carry
one of them in, and strained my shoulders with the weight of the
stretcher. Another wounded man put his arm around my neck, and then,
with a dreadful cry, collapsed, so that I had to hold him in a strong
grip. A third man, horribly smashed about the head, walked almost
unaided into the operating room. Mr. Gleeson and I led him with just a
touch on his arm. This morning he lies dead on a little pile of straw in
a quiet corner of the courtyard.

I sat down to a supper, which I had not expected to eat. There was a
strange excitement in my body, which trembled a little after the day's
adventures. It seemed very strange to be sitting down to table with
cheerful faces about me, but some of the faces were not cheerful. Those
of us who knew of the disappearance of de Broqueville sat silently over
our soup.

Then suddenly Lady Dorothie Feilding gave a little cry of joy, and
Lieut. de Broqueville came walking briskly forward. It seemed a miracle;
it was hardly less t