The _poilu_ called Jeb's attention to these ingenious devices of camouflage, seeming to think them a great joke. "But for the good God having made the Boche, Monsieur, I should call them asses with long ears for never estimating our _finesse_ and resource." "It wouldn't be disrespectful, Frenchie," one of the unit laughed, "because the good God made asses, too!" "Well, Monsieur, I feel there should be an apology somewhere! Perhaps it is to the four-footed asses." They climbed down at last and, each loaded with supplies, tramped through half a mile of communicating trenches to the protected dressing-stable dug-outs--roomy affairs, twenty feet below the surface and opening rearward into a kind of quadrangle. Five hundred yards ahead were the firing trenches, where things would happen; and the _poilu_, observing this, grimly remarked: "_Sacre bleu!_ They certainly have ordered you up to the very front, Monsieur! 'Tis not often the women are brought so close--but it means, Monsieur, that our Generals are positive of driving the Boche far back tomorrow!" The chief surgeon in charge here rushed to meet them with open arms, embracing Dr. Barrow warmly; and then Barrow stepped back to look at him, for this was the great Bonsecours! Georges Bonsecours! He saw a man of medium height, and of medium build, slightly gray about his temples, and in the neighborhood of forty years of age. No one of these things was particularly distinguishing, but when he spoke--ah, then the impelling magnetism which drew others close to him, the force which sent them flying off to various duties, was easily explained. His eyes, while twinkling merrily as though everything in life possessed a touch of humor, also gave the impression that they could see beneath five layers of skin tissue--that by some canny second sight they could detect a piece of shrapnel without the aid of probes or X-ray; but a closer inspection showed that they were set in a face which had become seamed by weariness. His arms, also, hung with a directness that indicated great fatigue. While supplies were being stored away and the women nurses had retired for a needed rest, the world-famed surgeon escorted Dr. Barrow farther down the line of dressing-stations, particularly to see his own unit which had been in this sector since the middle of April. "Monsieur le Doctor," he said,--then continued in beautiful English--"I am greatly impressed with the fortitude of your American women who have assisted me. There is one--but why mention one, when they all typify to my mind graceful columns of ivory; pure in their strength and certainty, crystal in their thoughts and deeds! My operating table is a Grecian temple, Monsieur, when they surround it." "That is a beautiful tribute," said Barrow, flushing with pride.