Down on the Saïs road four Red Cross motor ambulances were speeding in the wake of the artillery. A fifth ambulance came up the drive. Sister Félicité, seated beside the chauffeur, signaled to Sister Eila.
Warner said:
"Are you called for field duty?"
"On the telephone a few minutes ago. They need us this side of Ausone."
He went with her to the ambulance and she swung on board. As the chauffeur started to back and make a demi-tour, Warner jumped on the vehicle and shook hands with Dr. Senlis.
"Do you want a bearer?" he asked.
"Yes, if you don't mind."
Sister Eila picked up a brassard bearing the conventional emblem, and tied it around his left arm above the elbow.
He had not yet noticed the other figure in the ambulance; now he looked around, stared, and suddenly a violent desire to laugh seized him.
"Asticot!" he exclaimed.