of the soldiers, having it put on such big wounds. What did you do then?"
"It took me ever so long to find where I'd knocked the knife to," he said, "but I found it after a while and came along back."
"Those stairs!" Joan said. "Oh, I don't see how you did it."
"The stairs were really about the easiest part," he said. "I used to have to go up and down stairs that way when I was little, before I could walk very well, only not with my hands tied, of course. How nicely you did the bandage, Joan."
She smoothed it over his forehead and stood looking down at him. His eyes were full of an unutterable weariness; the inert lines of his whole figure showed complete exhaustion. She knew that nothing but the terrific stimulus of excitement kept him up at all.
"You must try to sleep, darling," she said, "while I think what to do next."
"I can't sleep," he said. "Where are Mudder and Fogger? How are we going to get them? Oh, talk to me! I—I've got to talk. I can't go to sleep."
"T've been wondering how we can find them,"
