"Oh, the poor man!" murmured Helen. "What do they do with him now?"
"He has come in from a field hospital," began Ruth. And then she saw the face of the ambulance driver. "Oh, Charlie Bragg!" she called.
"What did I tell you?" said Jennie solemnly. "She knows 'em all. They grow on bushes around here, I warrant."
"They don't grow 'em like Charlie on bushes, I assure you," declared Ruth, laughing, and she ran down the steps to speak to the ambulance driver, for she saw that he wanted to say something to her.
"Miss Ruth, I was told to whisper something in your private ear, and when I have said it, you are to do it, instantly."
"Goodness! What do you mean, Charlie Bragg?" she gasped.
"Listen. Those two brancardiers are coming for the second man. When they start up the steps with him, you pop into the back of the ambulance."
"Why, Charlie!" she murmured in utter amazement.
"Are you going to do as you are told?" he demanded with much apparent fierceness.
"But the third man? You have another wounded man inside."