The spectator., 1918-11-19
"Who are you?" she asked, with tht

My name IS Mark.
 'I like you, Mark I will go with you till ruy daddy comes back"
 "All right. Then sit down here be- side me and play" muttered Wallace, wondering rather grimly what there was for her to play With.
 But the grubby little fingers were soon busy in the sandy soil. Wallace watched the ciIld, wondering who she was. and how 1t had happened that the father had been forced to take her into the jungle, Into the midst of the contendng aymiea Her clothing was almost in rags, and she must have been drenched by the rains of the preceding night. It had certainly been a des- perate and difficult adventure for the dead man.
 | The light began to fade. Wallace, | half deliriouS now from pain and ! thirst, struggled to preserve his con f sciousness for the sake of the little i girl. Sometimes he would emerge 1 from a semi-stupor ahd lSok round for i her anxiously; but he always found i her. no great distance away, building 1 sand castles out of the sBfit soil and | chattcying to herself as happily as if she had already forgotten lrer sorrow
 When he aroused himself finally, it was to see the flash of a torch in his l eyes. Faces which he recognised were looking into his own. There was Crawford, the senior lieutenant, who i had graduated from West Point the year before, and Captain Kellbrman :; there was his own negro servant, Iohn- son, with look of alarm on his aBony face; and near by were two men from the ambulance, carrying an empty StretCher.
 Wallace moaned for water and the sense of the liquid in his throat, ,warln though it was, brought back conscious ness with a rush.
 'Well, we've got you," said Crayp- ford cheerfully. How are you fUes- ing, old man?"
 Fine. Have we got Santiago?"
 "Well, not exactly, but nearly. We've carried all the trenches, and we're waiting to get our big guns up.. Arm hurting you?'
 "No," said Wallace, stitling a groan.. Say, Crawford, I suppose l was de- lirious, but 1 thought there was q kid here."
 As he spoke he caught sight of Major Howard emerging from the shack, with the little girl in his arms, fast asleep The major came up to him.
 How are you feeling, Wallace?' he asked. Good. I didn't know you were family man, though, till I,sawS- this kid sleeping in your arms"
 "You've been inside?" inquired the lieutenant, looking toward the shack. The majors face grew very serious. He nodded.
 Her father" said Wallace.
 Come, get in with you!" arsweredi Major Howard. curtly, indicating the ambulance. Mark, supported by the. Orderlies, who had placed the stretcher' upon the ground, crawled i.r and lay down. He stretched out his arm to- ward the child. It was an unconscious, action, but Major Howard noted it and detaching the small arms from about his neck, he placed the little girl in the strctcber. The little head dropped upon the lieutenaut's arm. As the ambulance men picked mp their burden two soldiers came out of the hut, carrying something in blanliet They carried il to the center of the ! clearing and set it down beside hole which had already been dug.
 'Iic carried pass signed by Iii nares," said Wallace to the major.
 Major Towards eyes contracted into narrow sllts. He nodded. T. huwe it.. he answered.
 Il wonder who he was!" said Wal lace.
 "Well decide what to do, with the kid after We get her back tV' earap," said the major curtly. It seemed to Wallace that he was unwilling to | speculate upon the identity or tbe dead man. Lie still, and don't muGdle your brains with thinking, nay boy" he added. wen have you at the base hospital in next to no time"
 ''How mnny men have vpe lostf" | Can't tell you. Quite A few, I'm afraid. Soamcs is gone. Crawford and Murray and found ourselves punched together at the top of the hill, leading mixed company of Texas Hangers and Pennsylvania Dutch. We'll get them sorted out and sent home with labels as soon as we can. Move on, boys"
 The jolting stretcher proceeded out of the scrub and down the hill. Here, in the open. everything was almost aS silent as in the bush, after the days battle. Under the light of the rising moon could be seen parties of mep moving over the hillside, stragghers seeking their regiments, or fatigue par ties detailed upon the necessary night work that follows day of death. The moon shone down on huddled forms scattered for the most part in little clusters, where shells or machine-gun- fire had caught them.