“I never saw such a fellow to work, Miss Hannay,” Wilson said one day, when he was off duty, and happened to find her working alone at some bandages. “I know you don’t like him, but he is a first rate fellow if there ever was one. It is unlucky for him being so nervous at the guns; but that is no fault of his, after all, and I am sure in other things he is as cool as possible. Yesterday I was standing close to him, shoving the earth back to the men as he got it down. Suddenly he shouted, ‘Run, Wilson, the roof is coming down!’ I could not help bolting a few yards, for the earth came pattering down as he spoke; then I looked round and saw him standing there, by the light of the lamp, like those figures you see holding up pillars; I forget what they call them--catydigs, or something of that sort.” “Caryatides,” Isobel put in. “Yes, that is the name. Some timber had given way above him, and he was holding it up with his arms. I should say that there must have been half a ton of it, and he said, as quietly as possible, ‘Get two of those short poles, Wilson, and put up one on each side of me. I can hold it a bit, but don’t be longer than you can help about it.’ I managed to shove up the timber, so that he could slip out before it came down. It would have crushed us both to a certainty if he had not held it up.” “Why do you say you know I don’t like Mr. Bathurst?” “I don’t exactly know, Miss Hannay, but I have noticed you are the only lady who does not chat with him. I don’t think I have seen you speak to him since we have come in here. I am sorry, because I like him very much, and I don’t care for Forster at all.” “What has Captain Forster to do with it?” Isobel asked, somewhat indignantly. “Oh, nothing at all, Miss Hannay, only, you know, Bathurst used to be a good deal at the Major’s before Forster came, and then after that I never met him there except on that evening before he came in here. Now you know, Miss Hannay,” he went on earnestly, “what I think about you. I have not been such an ass as to suppose I ever had a chance, though you know I would lay down my life for you willingly; but I did not seem to mind Bathurst. I know he is an awfully good fellow, and would have made you very happy; but I don’t feel like that with Forster. There is nothing in the world that I should like better than to punch his head; and when I see that a fellow like that has cut Bathurst out altogether it makes me so savage sometimes that I have to go and smoke a pipe outside so as not to break out and have a row with him.”