Wounded and a Prisoner of War, by an Exchanged Officer

ce bandaged up my head with his emergency field-dressing. It was still day when I came back to life. My first consciousness was of intolerable cramp in the

een told that while I was unconscious Captain Lumsden came down the line to see what could be done for me. After drinking the contents of my flask, I remember sending him up a message to say I was feeling much better; and the answer came back, "Captain Lumsden says he is very glad indeed you are feeling better." Sinclair dug in under the parapet and made the trench

had again reached the Route Nationale. "But don't you worry, sir,

ight the order

who from their position on the road were firing volleys into the night-a great waste of ammunition. Still, the bullets

e one suggested that a substitute for a stretcher could be made with three rifles, and the suggestion was at once adopted with most painful results. I still remember the agony caused by the weight of my body pressi

" said Sinclair; "here's a wounded officer. Come on, Ginger." Ginger, a big stout fellow, volunteered to carry me on his back, and asked me if I could hold on. He got me on to his b

own are the Regimental Sergeant-Major and Lieutenant Houldsworth. The Regimental Sergeant-Major laid his mackintosh on the ground for me to lie on. To Houldsw

ne, was that the battalion stretcher-bearers would be able to carry me away. But I heard some one in

ry distant tramp of marching along the road, a sound which grew fainte

I opened my eyes. I was not alone. Two kilted forms, indistinct an

said, "and what a

Sinclair," re

but the name of Sinclair was not familiar. "Who is Sinclair?" I asked; and I remem

thought resulted in a shor

men. Sinclair went off to find out who they were, and ask (vain an

ered them to rejoin their battalion. This the two soldiers at first refused to do, and only left on receiving a direct order from me. Sinclair went off first. Macartney stopped behind a moment to speak. "Have you an

d into the night, and thi