f ever I saw honesty and truth and love and loyalty looking out of a girl's eyes, that girl is Myra McLeod."
"Thank you for that, Den," I answered simply. There was little sentiment between us. Thank heaven, there was something more.
"And so you see, you lucky dog, you'll go out to the front, and come back loaded with honours and blushes, and marry the girl of your dreams, and live happy ever after." And Dennis sighed.
"Why the sigh?" I asked. "Oh, come now," I added, suddenly remembering. "Fair exchange, you know. You haven't told me what was worrying you."
"My dear old fellow, don't be ridiculous, there's nothing worrying me."
I pressed him to no purpose. He refused to admit that he had a care in the world, and so we fell to talking of matters connected with the routine of army life, how long we should be before we got to the front, the sport we four should have in our rest time behind the trenches, our determination to stick together at all costs, etc. Suddenly Dennis sat