Guild bent over the girl beside him: "Is he still unconscious?"
"Yes."
"Is there any chance?"
"They don't know. It is the lungs. His body is all crushed in——"
She rested her cheek against his shoulder, weeping, as the great grey car rushed on through the pallour of early dawn.
CHAPTER XXV
WHO GOES THERE!
Stretched out flat on the seat of a railway carriage, her tear-marred face buried in her arms, her dishevelled hair tumbled around her neck and shoulders, Karen lay asleep. In that car all the other compartments seemed to be full of Saxon reserve artillery officers, their knobbed helmets shrouded in new grey slips, their new, unwrinkled uniforms suggestive of a very recent importation from across the Rhine.