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some time. When lit returned to camp lie went to Tom

Adams's tent He looked so grave as he came in that
Adams asked quickly :
" Any fresh cases ? ,J
lf Not in camp.” He sat down.

"W here ?”
“ That little girl— Nancy Pansy."
Tom Adams’s face turned whiter than it had ever turned
in battle.
“ Is she ill ? ”
“ Desperately.”

Tom Adams sprang to his feet.
“ How long— how long can she hold out ?" lie asked, in
a broken voice.
“ Twenty-four hours, perhaps/' said the surgeon.

Tom Adams put on his cap and left the tent. . Five
minutes later he was in the hall at the Judge's, Just as
he entered, Nancy Pansy's sister came quickly out of a
door. She had been crying,
“ How is she? I have just this instant heard of it,"
said Tom, with real grief in his voict.

She put her handkerchief to her eyes.
So ill," she sobbed.
41 Can I see her ?" asked Tom, gently.
“ Y es; it won't hurt her.’J

When Tom Adams entered the room he was so shocked
that, he stopped still. Mrs. Seddon bent over the bed with