“We are friends,” said the girl. “We have fled from Germany. We have both been wounded.”
“Yes,” said Stewart, and showed his blood-stained shirt. “Mine is only a scratch, but my comrade needs attention.”
A sudden shout from the top of the barricade told that the Uhlans were re-forming.
“You must look out for yourselves,” said the officer. “I will hear your story later,” and he bounded back to his place beside his men.
The soldier who was carrying the girl dropped her abruptly into Stewart’s arms and followed his captain. In an instant the firing recommenced.
Stewart looked wildly about him. He was in a village street, with close-built houses on either side.
“I must find a wagon,” he gasped, “or something——”
His breath failed him, but he staggered on. The mist was before his eyes again, his tongue seemed dry and swollen.
Suddenly the arm about his neck relaxed, the head fell back——
He cast one haggard glance down into the white face, then turned through the nearest doorway.