"Carl! Carl Baum!"
"Belinda! My little cousin! 'Linda! Is it possible?"
He advanced his gloved hand instead of the sword and seized her doubtful one.
"What are you doing here, 'Linda?" he demanded. "Am I crazy? I cannot believe my eyes. What does it mean?"
"I am the nurse in charge of this ward, Carl," and her self-possession returned. "The French wounded have all been removed. There was not time to take these poor fellows. They are all your countrymen—and were prisoners."
"I see!" he cried, beaming upon her. "You bravely stayed to nurse them? Ah! I love you for it, my cousin!"
"I am of the Red Cross service," she told him.
"Red Cross? Of the German——?"
"French. But I came from America to help."
His expression of countenance changed. "Not to help these accursed French?" he growled.