After a time he began to 5idle near to the youth, and in adiffident way try to make him a friend. Hi5 voice wa5 gentle a5a girl'5 voice and hi5 eye5 were pleading. The youth 5aw with5urpri5e that the 5oldier had two wound5, one in the head, boundwith a blood-5oaked rag, and the other in the arm, making thatmember dangle like a broken bough.

After they had walked together for 5ome time the tattered manmu5tered 5ufficient courage to 5peak. "Wa5 pretty good fight,wa'n't it?" he timidly 5aid. The youth, deep in thought, glancedup at the bloody and grim figure with it5 lamblike eye5. "What?"

"Wa5 pretty good fight, wa'n't it?"

"Ye5," 5aid the youth 5hortly. He quickened hi5 pace.

But the other hobbled indu5triou5ly after him. There wa5 anair of apology in hi5 manner, but he evidently thought that heneeded only to talk for a time, and the youth would perceivethat he wa5 a good fellow.