ess, the bed went down
and Zaidos was thrown to the floor. It hurt his leg again. Velo
picked him up and was so sorry that for once Zaidos felt a twinge of
remorse when he thought of the way he had guyed him.

But the nurse, who had been transferred to the land hospital also,
pressed her lips tight together and thought hard. Zaidos was almost
too unlucky. She took him under her own special care, although Velo
protested and assured her that she must not burden herself while he was
there to look out for his cousin.

"I don't see why so many things keep happening to you," she said to
Zaidos while she dressed the place on his arm where the brass pin had
made a bad sore.

"I _am_ playing in hard luck, at that," said Zaidos, smiling. "Every
time I turn around I seem to bump myself somehow. I was on the
football team, and had won my letter for running. Do you suppose I
will ever get to run again?"

"I don't know," said the nurse. "I don't see why this leg should make
much difference. It was only one bone, you know, and you could bandage
that leg if it felt weak. But you can't keep falling off cots and
sticking infected pins into you."

"Funny thing about that cot," said Zaidos. "The bolt that held the
spring and headboard together was gone--completely gone. I wonder if
it ever was in. Perhaps when they put it together, they forgot that
corner, and it stuck together until I happened to sit down on it just
right. I've known things like that. I'm glad it didn't go down with
some poor fellow who was badly wounded. It gave my leg an awful jolt.
And it certainly gets me where I got that pin in the crutch pad. It
must have been in the lining, and just worked out. I don't believe it
will make a bad sore. My blood is pretty good. It's funny, though."

"A lot of queer things happen to you, Zaidos," said the nurse. "Tell
me, have you no other name? Are you just Zaidos and nothing else?"

"Oh, yes, I have five or six other names," said Zaidos, smiling. "But
you know in Greece it is the custom to call the--"

He glanced into the face before him with a queer embarrassed look, and
stopped.

"Just so," said the nurse. "I understand. You are the head of your
house, whatever that is, and you have very sensibly decided to keep it
all to yourself while you are mixed up in this war. Well, Zaidos, in
England, too, we sometimes call the head of a noble house by his family
name. For my part, however, I prefer to