cried Zaidos with delight.

"Why, yes. This is an English Red Cross ship," replied the nurse.
"You are English, are you not? Or American?"

Zaidos shook his head. "No, I'm a Greek," he explained. "But I've
been in America at school since I was a little chap, and I have had an
English room-mate for three years."

"That's it, then," said the nurse. "You must not talk now, however.
You must drink this and sleep if you can. There are a lot of badly
hurt men here. _You_ are all right, but pretty well water-soaked and
tired out. Try to sleep."

She started on, but Zaidos put out his hand and detained her.

"Just a moment, please," he said, smiling at her in his sunny way. "Is
there a fellow here called Velo Kupenol? Tall fellow, thin, and looks
a little like me perhaps?"

"Perhaps not again," said the nurse, frowning a little. "Yes, your
friend is here. He does not seem to have anything the matter with him,
yet he acts like a very sick boy."

"Seems to enjoy poor health?" asked Zaidos, smiling. "Well, I myself
can't really blame him. You don't know how very _wet_ we felt! I feel
as though I could lie here a week and enjoy these dry sheets."

"You will be very likely to do so whether you enjoy it or not," said
the nurse. "Legs do not mend in a day. When your friend thinks he is
strong enough, I will suggest his coming to visit you."

She passed on, and Zaidos lay staring at the wooden ceiling so near his
head.

Round and round and round goes the wheel of fate, thought Zaidos.

He wondered what the next turn would be, and where it would carry him.
He drank from the cup the nurse had given him, and presently dozed off,
although his leg pained too much to allow him to get a sound sleep.

He was aroused later by voices near him, and recognized the sound of
his cousin's voice. Velo was talking in a rapid, low tone to one of
the doctors.

"Looks like a nice boy," said the doctor in Greek.

"Yes, he is," said Velo. "But if he is my cousin, I must say he is one
of the most stubborn fellows I have ever known."

"Is that so?" thought Zaidos, keeping his eyes shut tight. He thought
there would be no more talk about him, but the doctor went on, "He
doesn't look it."

"No," said Velo, "but he is. I thought I would never be able to rescue
him from that sinking transport. He went sort of crazy, he was so
afraid, and when the order came to jump, he clung to the rail, and
refused to move. I had to twi