"They know why, too; here's a telegram from your captain's father: 'Tell Spruce he's the hero of Company G.'"
"Read it again!"
She read it. His hand tightened on hers. Her trained eyes were on his face.
"Ain't it the—the bulliest town! I wisht I'd enough money to go back; but you see my folks got to have my pay. But I wisht—"
Her eyes, not the nurse's now, but a woman's, sought the doctor's in a glance of question and appeal. He nodded.
Her sweet voice said: "And the town has telegraphed that no expense must be spared to cure you; but if you don't recover you are to go back to them."
Spruce drew a long, ecstatic sigh. "Oh—didn't I tell you? Ain't it the bulliest town!"
A minute later he murmured, "Thank you, Dick," and, still holding the nurse's hand, Spruce went to see his town.