As Betty was scanning the casualty list with terrified, yet eager, eyes, she gave a little cry, half gasp and half sob that brought the girls running to her.
Her face was ashen pale, and she pointed with trembling finger to a name half-way down in the column.
"Oh, girls, it's come—it's come! Allen! Allen! It can't be true!" and she dropped her head upon her arms, crumpling the paper in her hand.
CHAPTER XX
MISSING
Mollie took the paper from Betty's unresisting hand, smoothed it out, traced her finger down the column and finally came to the name she sought.
"Sergeant Allen Washburn," she read in a small, awed voice, while the other girls crowded close to look over her shoulder.
"Dead?" queried Grace breathlessly.
"No," Mollie shook her head. "He's among the missing."