“I think so. But you said something about doctors.”
“Yes. There are several surgeons in this village, and wounded men in every hut. There has been fighting going on, and a good many more wounded men were brought in yesterday.”
“Halt!” said Punch in a quick, short whisper. “Steady! Did we win?”
“I don’t know, but I think not. I’ve seen nothing but wounded men and the doctors and the French orderlies. The French officer was very nice, and let me stay with you in the ambulance; and when we came to a halt and I helped to carry you and the other wounded into this hut, one of the doctors ordered me to stop and help, so that I have been able to attend to you as well as the others.”
“Good chap! That was lucky. Then this ain’t our hut at all?”
“No.”
“What’s become of that gal, then?”
“She escaped somewhere in the darkness,” replied Pen.
“And what about that Spanish beggar? Ah, I recollect that now. He brought the French to take us prisoners.”
“I haven’t seen any more of him, Punch, since they led him away.”