“Yes. Here, Buddy, will you please give Major Colt a lift?” she called to a passing soldier, and a moment later, after pressing Grace’s hand, the balloonist was being guided to his billet. Grace, in the meantime, had assisted Marie to her feet and was leading her toward the house in which the welfare workers were living. Only a short distance away from the canteen shells were going up with loud bangs, and this racket kept up for half an hour, until the last of the ammunition dump had been destroyed, wounding many persons, but fortunately having killed only two men. Doughboys soon put out the fire in the canteen, but all gave the ammunition dump a wide berth. Reaching the house the Overton girl was met by Elfreda, who had been considerably shaken up by the explosion, which had crashed every window in the house. “Ammunition dump blown up,” Grace informed Elfreda in answer to the latter’s glance of inquiry. “Here we are, Marie. I will put you to bed, then I must hurry back. Elfreda, you had better go out with me. We may be needed, if they should wish to transfer the canteen to-night.” Mrs. Smythe was in her room. Grace observed that her face was pale and lined. “Wha--wha--what has happened?” she gasped. “Nothing very much except that an ammunition dump has blown up. I have seen many of them go up, but never one quite so near. The canteen is wrecked, Mrs. Smythe. Have you orders for us?” “N--n--n--no!” stammered the supervisor. “Y--ye--yes. Go out and find out all you can, then come back and report to me.” “About what?” demanded Grace politely. “About what is to be done.” “Very good. I will leave Marie in your hands. She is badly shaken up and should be put to bed at once.” [Illustration: Grace Rescues Major Colt.] “That’s her affair,” observed the supervisor, beginning to get control of her nerves. “Are you going?” Grace nodded and stepped out into the hall, where she found Elfreda awaiting her, and together they hurried away. “Absolutely unfeeling,” declared Grace heatedly. “She will make that girl put herself to bed, and Marie can scarcely stand.” “Tell me about it,” urged Miss Briggs. “I know nothing at all about it except that the building fell in on us. I assisted Marie and the major out, the latter having received a bang on the head that completely knocked him out. By the way, do you know a Chinaman who carries a red birthmark on the left side of his face?” “I do not,” returned J. Elfreda, elevating her chin a little. “I do not associate with those animals.” “Be sensible, Elfreda.” “Why do you ask?” demanded Elfreda. “I have my reasons. Some queer doings in Coblenz; and the end is not yet.” “Do--do you think the Boches blew up the dump?”