When the bandages were being strapped on the colonel's chest to keep the dressing in place, one of the doctors, Fred Stratton, a young giant, didn't put one fold as Miss White thought it ought to be. She ordered it put right, and the colonel began to laugh, which isn't to be wondered at when one remembers that Miss White is a tiny, wee bit of fluffy humanity who doesn't look a bit like what one would expect, the superintendent of a big hospital and looked a pigmy beside the big doctor. [Illustration: Page Two of Letter Found in Schrank's Pocket.] "That's nothing," said Dr. R. G. Sayle, "she's been bossing us doctors for the past twenty years!" "Oh, please--not quite that long----" began Miss White. "Well, we'll knock off two and make it eighteen," the colonel interposed. When the wound was dressed doctors and nurses tried to persuade the patient to remain over night, but without success. "I know if Mrs. Roosevelt were here she would insist upon your staying," Miss White said. "Young woman, if Mrs. Roosevelt were here I am certain she would insist upon my leaving immediately," her husband made reply, and gazed at the four pretty nurses surrounding him. When the patient was brought up the elevator and led into the "preparation" room, the first thing to do was to prepare him for care of his wound. Miss White took his eye glasses. The Colonel objected and said he did not want those out of his sight. But when Miss White assured him she would give the glasses her personal attention he seemed content with the arrangement. One of the physicians asked for a chair for Col. Roosevelt. Miss White said the operating table was ready, and the colonel immediately acquiesced and laid down on the carefully scrubbed pine slab on an iron frame, which has carried the weight of tramps, laborers and other unfortunates picked up in the street, but never before that of an ex-President of the United States. Miss White was a little diffident about exposing the fact that the president had said a swear word, but she finally admitted that he remarked: "I don't care a d----n about finding the bullet but I do hope they'll fix it up so I need not continue to suffer." The doctors washed the wound area, painted it with iodine, itself a somewhat painful operation, and proceeded to the dressing. One of the doctors told Col. Roosevelt that Miss White was a suffragist, and that after his kind treatment he ought to be converted. Miss White said the Big Bull Moose was a suffragist and that was one of the big planks of his party and the colonel laughed and said of course he believed in it. When the party left for Chicago Dr. R. G. Sayle took with his antisepticized surgeon's gloves, surgical dressing and instruments to be used in case of hemorrhage before Chicago was reached.