"'How far we had gone I don't know, for the next I remember was that I was in a field hospital. I could find no trace of my brave rescuer nor his chum, and have heard nothing of them since. But he's a brave boy, and if ever I chance to meet him again I'll ask his name, and the _War Cry_ shall know it as soon as word can reach you.'" The next story is one altogether different. I quote it from the United Free Church of Scotland _Record_. It speaks for itself. "It was a Sunday morning in Belgium. There had been a sharp engagement, and the British troops holding a village had been hurriedly forced by great masses of the enemy to retire. In the confusion three Scottish privates and a corporal had been cut off in the streets and had backed into the first open door they came to. The occupants had fled, and they made their way up a long staircase, intending to find the roof and watch events from there. But it ended in an empty loft, where there was only a skylight beyond their reach. "'Better lie low for a while,' suggested the corporal as they stood listening to the terrible sounds outside. The Germans were evidently burning, looting, and killing. Now and again they heard screams and the discharge of rifles: sometimes an explosion would shake the building, showing that houses were being blown up; while the smell of burning wood penetrated to their retreat. This went on for hours. The soldiers knew they would be discovered sooner or later, and expected no mercy, as the enemy would be sure to invent some excuse for putting them to death. "Suddenly the corporal said: 'Lads, it's time for church parade: let's hae a wee bit service here; it may be oor last.' The soldiers looked a little astonished, but they piled their rifles in a corner and came and stood at attention. The corporal took out a small Testament from his breast pocket and turned over the pages. "'Canna we sing something first? Try ye're hand at the 23rd Psalm. Quiet noo--very quiet.' "Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill: For thou art with me; and thy rod And staff me comfort still." "There wasn't much melody about the tune, but the words came from the heart. "Then the corporal began: "'Fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell. Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? And one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. But the very hairs of your head are numbered. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.' "As he read there were loud shouts below: doors banged, and glass was smashed. But he went on: "'He that findeth his life shall lose it; and he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.' "He ended, and his grave face took on a wry smile. "'I'm no' a gude hand at this job,' he said, 'but we maun finish it off. Let us pray.'