“Oh, my poor boy!” she cried, as she saw the white face. “This way, Sergeant,” she added, passing into a smaller tent at one side of the hospital. “Oh, Mr. Cameron, is that you? I am glad you are here.”
“Has Nurse Haley come?” enquired the Sergeant.
“Yes, she came in last night, thank goodness. Here, on this table, Sergeant. Oh I wish the doctor were here! Now we must lift him on to this stretcher. Ah, here's Nurse Haley,” she added in a relieved voice, and before Cameron was aware, a girl in a nurse's uniform stood by him and appeared quietly to take command.
“Here Sergeant,” she said, “two men take his feet.” She put her arms under the boy's shoulder and gently and with apparent ease, assisted by the others, lifted him to the table. “A little further—there. Now you are easier, aren't you?” she said, smiling down into the lad's face. Her voice was low and soft and full toned.
“Yes, thank you,” said the boy, biting back his groans and with a pitiful attempt at a smile.
“You're fine now, Jack. You'll soon be fixed up now,” said his friend.
“Yes Pete, I'm all right, I know.”
“Oh, I wish the doctor were here!” groaned the little nurse.
“What about a hypo?” enquired Nurse Haley quietly.
“Yes, yes, give him one.”