reply.

"Thank you. Is there anything more that I can do for you? Is there
any one who specially needs--"

As she was glancing round her eyes fell upon Yarry. His face was so
drawn and haggard with pain that, from an impulse of pity, she went
directly to him and said gently, "I fear, sir, you are suffering
very much."

"I be--oh, hang--there, there, miss, I'll stand it a little longer.
I could stand hell-fire for your sake. I didn't mean to say that.
Guess I better keep still."

His face, now seen attentively, revealed more to her in tuition than
his words. She stooped by his side and said piteously, "Oh, you are
suffering--I FEEL that you are suffering terribly. I must do
something to relieve you."

"Oh, now, miss," he replied, forcing a ghastly sort of smile, "I'm
all right, I be--well, I am. Bless your kind heart! Don't worry
about me. I'll smoke my pipe and go to sleep pretty soon. You look
tired yourself, little one. I will feel better if you won't worry
about me, I be--well, I will. I'm just like the other fellows, you
know."

"I reckon you are a brave, good-hearted man, to think of others when
I KNOW you are suffering so much. I am having very strong soup made
for one of our men, and I'll bring you some by and by," and with a
lingering, troubled look into his rugged face, she departed.