I have an indistinct remembrance of a dark night, and of being led over ground seamed with deep furrows, and made hideous with dead bodies. I had a fancy, too, that the sky was lit up with star shells, and that there was a continuous booming of guns. But this may have been the result of a disordered imagination. When I came to consciousness, I was at a clearing-station, suffering, I was told, from shell shock. 'You're not a bad case,' said the M.O. to me, with a laugh, 'but evidently you've had a rough time. From what I can hear, too, you had a very great time.' 'A great time!' I said. 'I scarcely remember anything.' 'Some of your men do, anyhow. Yes, the second line was taken, and the village with it. Not that any village is left,' he added with a laugh. 'I hear that all that remains is one stump of a tree and one chimney. However, the ground's ours. Five hundred prisoners were taken. There now, you feel better, don't you? It's a wonder you are alive, you know.' 'But I was in no danger.' 'Weren't you? One of your men, who couldn't move, poor chap, because of a smashed leg and a broken arm, watched you crawl out of a great heap of stuff. He said that only your head was visible at first; but the way you wormed yourself through the mud was as good as a play.' 'I knew very little about it,' I said. 'Very possibly. Corporal Wilkins watched you, and shouted after you, as you staggered away; but you took no notice, and then, I hear, although you were half dead, you did some rescuing work.' 'I did rescuing work!' I gasped. 'Why, of course you did, you know you did.' 'But I didn't,' I replied. 'All right then, you didn't,' and the doctor laughed again. 'There now, you're comfortable now, so be quiet. I'll tell some one to bring you some soup.' 'But I say, I--I want to know. Is Captain Springfield all right?' The doctor laughed again. 'I thought you didn't do any rescuing work?' 'I didn't,' I replied, 'it was the other man who did that; but is Springfield all right?' 'He's very bad. He _may_ pull through, but I doubt it.' 'Private Edgecumbe,--what of him? He did everything, you know.' 'I think he has gone back to duty.' 'Duty!' I gasped. 'Why--why----' 'The fellow's a miracle, from what I can hear. No, he wasn't wounded. The man who told me about it said that he might have a charmed life. He's all right, anyhow. Now be quiet, I must be off.'