The girl almost shuddered: "Don't talk about that now," she said. "I—I—it's too horrible. You never described your escape to me. Tell me all about it, will you?"
"I can't," replied Trevanion; "you see, I was unconscious."
"I got an English paper to-day," went on the girl; "I only read it a few minutes ago."
"Read what?" There was an anxious tone in the Captain's voice.
"Here it is," she said. "Haven't you seen it?"
"No. What is it?"
"Oh, it says all sorts of fine things about you. Of course, you'll soon be promoted as a consequence. But don't you see, the paper says that a Lieutenant Nancarrow, learning of your danger, went right out into the open, braving the German fire in order to get at you. It is spoken of as one of the bravest deeds of the war. Didn't you know about it? You tell me nothing."
"You see, I was unconscious," repeated Trevanion; "all I know is that some fellow, unknown to me, did a splendid deed and brought me back to the English lines."
"Then you never saw your rescuer?"
"No," replied the Captain quietly; "I was packed off here. Of course, it was fine on the part of that fellow, whoever he was. Some day I hope I shall have the chance of thanking him."