"But I do bother about it, sir. I've got to tell you. I'm another man. I changed uniforms with—with another fellow in the dark," he finished uneasily.
The same look passed between nurse and surgeon and then he saw Miss Newberry's head move slightly from left to right. The doctor rose.
"Oh, very well. Don't let it bother you, my man. We'll get you all untangled presently. Just try not to think; you're doing nicely."
And the Major moved slowly down the ward.
Jim Horton frowned at the medical officer's broad back.
"Thinks I'm nutty," he muttered to himself, and then grinned. The story was a little wild.
When the Major had left the ward, the nurse came back and smoothed Horton's pillow. "You're to be very quiet," she said gently, "and sleep all you can."
"But, nurse," he protested, "I don't want to sleep any more. I told him the truth. I've taken another man's place."
"You did it very well, from all accounts," she said with a smile; "and you'll take another man's before long, they say."
"What do you mean?"