g of a second shell.

"I don't see why they start up to-night," said Zaidos. "I wonder if
that did any damage."

"They want to worry us enough so that the men will lose sleep," said a
soldier standing near. "But no one will bother about a few shells.
The men will get into the bomb proof shelters until daylight. It is a
waste of ammunition as it is."

An orderly entered with a written call for a nurse for the First Aid
Station. Nurse Helen was called to the Head Nurse and in a moment came
hurrying back to Zaidos.

"They have sent for me now," she said. "I suppose some other cases
have come in."

"I'll go back with you," offered Zaidos, and together they stumbled
along through the rapidly gathering dusk.

Three more men had been hurt, and when they had finally been sent back
to the hospital, it was almost midnight.

Zaidos found Helen sitting at the opening of the shelter, looking up at
the stars. She made room for him on the plank.

"I'm thinking hard about home, John," she said. "One's viewpoint
changes so. I wish I knew that I have done right to come here and
leave my parents and little sister. I'm just _so_ lonely and troubled
to-night that I have half a mind to tell you my story."

"I wish you would," said Zaidos, "if you _feel_ like telling me. I
told you all about myself, and it would make me feel sort as if I was
really am old friend of yours if _you_ told _me_ things, _too_."

"Of course," said Helen. "I know how you feel. Well, John, you know,
don't you, that we are certainly in for an attack as soon as it is
daylight? Perhaps before, because the enemy has searchlights that make
it easy for them to bother us in the dark. I know they are expecting a
big battle because this is a much coveted position. A great number of
fresh troops are on the way here. I learned that to-night, and that
looks serious, because we have our full quota of men here now. They
are going to change shifts all night. So there will doubtless be heavy
work for the Red Cross people, and much of that may be field work.
And, John, it may be that never again will you and I sit talking
together."

"Nonsense!" said Zaidos. "Don't talk like that! You are too sweet and
pretty to die, and _I_ can't die because I have got such a lot to do."

Helen shook her head. "I don't say that we will," she said. "But boys
as busy as you, and women nicer than I could ever dream of being, have
gone out into the dark--crowds of the