THE DEMON FACES
"Croquier!"
"But yes, my boy, it is I!"
The boy ran forward eagerly to greet his old friend, for the moment ignoring the dogs by which he was surrounded, and then stopped and looked fixedly at his comrade.
"Your arm?" he queried.
The hunchback shrugged one shoulder.
"It is gone, as you see," he answered.
"But how?"
"It was my fate, no doubt," the other responded. "Destiny had decided that I should give an arm to the Germans; so, since the military authorities would not give me the opportunity to lose it at the front, I left it behind me in Paris."
"What happened?" Horace persisted.