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"One's viewpoint changes so. I wish I knew that I have done right to come here and leave my parents and little sister. I'm just so lonely and troubled to-night that I have half a mind to tell you my story." "I wish you would," said Zaidos, "if you feel like telling me. I told you all about myself, and it would make me feel sort as if I was really am old friend of yours if you told me things, too."
The boys went outside and for a moment sat down on the ground to rest. "What do you suppose made him do that?" said Velo musingly. "Do what?" asked Zaidos. "Why," said Velo, "I asked what his name was one night and he said John Smith. I think that old doctor is making a mistake." "What does it matter?" said Zaidos.
"Mail has come, and I got more than my share." "Glad you fared well," said Zaidos, taking the offered seat. "I see you have a paper. May I look at it?" "Certainly!" said the soldier. "There is nothing in it. The war news is so censored over home now that you can't get anything much out of the papers.
There was a cry as the girl peered beneath the papers, and then a swift rush toward him. So it happened that it was not Zaidos' reluctant and unaccustomed shoulder on which the happy tears were shed, and it was not to Tony that Helen's last tender girl-kisses were given.
As far as Zaidos could see, there was nothing to be gained by it. The incident was past and did not concern the doctor in any way. Zaidos, who did not know his cousin at all, had yet to learn that his was one of the natures that are incapable of any noble effort, yet which feed on praise. With Velo everything was personal.
As though to give the soldiers the one slim chance for their lives, the ship, leaning on its side, still balanced at the lip of the sea. Then with a sickening roar the vessel went down. Zaidos looked over his shoulder. On the bridge, white haired, erect, undismayed, stood the Captain. As the waters engulfed him he even smiled.
Any little sum you happen to want to give." "I was wondering about five hundred dollars a month, while the war lasts," said Zaidos musingly. "Would that make much difference?" "Five five hundred American dollars?" screamed the doctor. "A hundred pounds? You don't mean that, do you? Why, hum haw can you afford it?" "Oh, yes," said Zaidos simply. "I suppose I can afford almost anything I want.
"But Greece is not in the war!" said Zaidos as they hurried along the street. "No, not yet; but there are places enough to guard, so we need more men than we dreamed. But I talk too much. Here is the headquarters. Let me advise you not to bother the Colonel with demands to visit your home."
It was so feeble that when Zaidos laid his hand on the torn breast and waited, he could feel no stir. He managed to get at his Aid kit, however, and drop by drop coaxed down a dose of strong restorative. He pressed a pad of gauze against the wound, and secured it with adhesive tape. He could see that the wound came through from the back, but he did not dare turn him over.
"If we can hold out until dark we are all right," said the first speaker, a captain with one leg gone at the knee, awaiting his turn with the doctor without the quiver of a muscle. "The chaps over there beyond are pretty well tired out. I can tell by the way they are fighting. They are trying to save men." Zaidos hurried out and lost the rest.
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