"
"It doesn't seem to fill MY wants," the girl acknowledged. "Let's
talk about something else."
Miss Evans did seem truly concerned for the welfare of her "boys,"
as she termed the little group of Americans whom she had met, and
she showed, by asking numerous questions, that her interest was
keen.
The men were glad to talk and she soon gained an insight into the
peculiar, aimless, unsatisfactory, and yet effective method of
warfare practised by the Insurrecto armies; they told her of the
endless marches and counter-marches, the occasional skirmishes,
the feints, the inconclusive engagements which were all a part of
the general strategy--operations which served to keep the enemy
constantly on guard, like a blind swordsman, and would, it was
hoped, eventually wear down his patience and endurance. In her
turn, Norine related something of what she was doing and how her
labor of mercy progressed.
"I'm nearly discouraged," she confessed, finally. "Everything is
so different to what I thought it would be, and I'm so weak and
ineffective. The medical supplies I brought are nearly all gone,
and I've learned what hard work it is fitting up hospitals when
there's nothing to fit them up with. I can't teach these people to
take care of themselves--they seem to consider precautions against
disease as a confession of cowardice.
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