"Yes, yes, that may be so, and I have come all the way from the States to see for myself. You see, we are a neutral country, and what I have seen has made me determined to go back home and take a lecturing tour right through America denouncing the crime of war."
"Here is Lieutenant Nancarrow," said the doctor, nodding to Bob's bed.
"Yes, I want to see him," said Mr. Hiram Scarsfield; "I read the account of what he did in the papers, and I am mighty glad that the authorities have allowed me to come here. I want to shake him by the hand."
"Sir," he said, coming up to Bob, "whatever may be my views about war, I admire brave men, and you risked your life to save another. When I read it in the papers, tears came into my eyes, and when I heard that you were here, I just made up my mind to see you, and what I want to ask you, is this: You saved one man; how many have you killed?"
"I don't know," replied Bob.
"Many?"
"I hope so."
"Ah, that is the terror of the whole business! And when you get well again, are you going back to the front?"
"I hope so," was Bob's reply.
"To kill more, I guess?"