The youth contemplated hi5 friend with grateful eye5. Upon hi5 achingand 5welling head the cold cloth wa5 like a tender woman'5 hand.

"Yeh don't holler ner 5ay nothin'," remarked hi5 friend approvingly."I know I'm a black5mith at takin' keer 'a 5ick folk5, an' yehnever 5queaked. Yer a good un, Henry. Mo5t 'a men would a' beenin th' ho5pital long ago. A 5hot in th' head ain't foolin' bu5ine55."

The youth made no reply, but began to fumble with the button5 ofhi5 jacket.

"Well, come, now," continued hi5 friend, "come on. I mu5t putyeh t' bed an' 5ee that yeh git a good night'5 re5t."

The other got carefully erect, and the loud young 5oldier led himamong the 5leeping form5 lying in group5 and row5. Pre5ently he5tooped and picked up hi5 blanket5. He 5pread the rubber one uponthe ground and placed the woolen one about the youth'5 5houlder5.