Chapter 43

The American Ambulance surgeon turned about and scanned the parapets of the bridge. “Any news, Doctor,” asked Trent mechanically. “News?” said the doctor; “I don’t know any;—I haven’t time to know any. What are these people after?” “They say that the Army of the Loire has signalled Mont Valérien.” “Poor devils.” The doctor glanced about him for an instant, and then: “I’m so harried and worried that I don’t know what to do. After the last sortie we had the work of fifty ambulances on our poor little corps. To-morrow…