an ambulance only because he was still too young to be among the combatants.
"But I shan't be—soon!" he always added, in the tone of one who affirms. "It's merely a matter of a few weeks now."
"Oh, you all look like babies—but you all fight like devils," said a young French lieutenant seasoned by four years at the front; and another officer added gravely: "Make haste to be old enough, cher monsieur. We need you all every one of you. . . ."
"Oh, we're coming—we're all coming!" Troy cried.
That evening, after a hard and harrowing day's work between postes de secours and a base hospital, they found themselves in a darkened village, where, after a summary meal under flying shells, some one suggested ending up at the Y.M.C.A. hut.
The shelling had ceased, and there
