Then the Sergeant took command.
"Is the doctor back, does anyone know?"
"No, he's up the line yet. He is coming in on number seven."
"Well, we must get this man to the hospital. Here, you," he said,
touching a man on the arm, "run and tell the nurse we are bringing a
wounded man."
They improvised a stretcher and laid the mangled form upon it the blood
streaming from wounds in his legs and trickling from his pallid lips.
"Here, two men are better than four. Cameron, you take the head, and
you," pointing to Jack's friend, "take his feet. Steady now! I'll just
go before. This is a ghastly sight."
At the door of the hospital tent the little nurse met them, pale, but
ready for service.
"Oh, my poor boy!" she cried, as she saw the white face. "This way,
Sergeant," she added, passing into a smaller tent at one side of the
hospital. "Oh, Mr. Cameron, is that you? I am glad you are here."
"Has Nurse Haley come?" enquired the Sergeant.
"Yes, she came in last night, thank goodness. Here, on this table,
Sergeant. Oh I wish the doctor were here! Now we must lift him on to
this stretcher. Ah, here's Nurse Haley," she added in a relieved voice,
and before Cameron was aware, a girl in a nurse's uniform stood by him
and appeared quietly to take command.
"Here Sergeant," she said, "two men take his feet.
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