It was giving your own--your own, which
was the test. _Oh, let those who had none of their own to give keep
silent_.
With her breath almost stopping she thought of those glorious young
souls riding on and on through infinite space, the banner of victory
floating above them. No matter what might come to the world of defeat
or of disaster, these souls would never know it, they had given
themselves in the cause of humanity--for them there would always be the
sound of silver trumpets, the clash of cymbals, the song of triumph!
Downstairs, Dr. McKenzie was listening with a frowning face to what
Derry had to tell him.
"Do you mean to say that Hilda was giving him--wine?"
"Yes. Bronson told me. But he didn't want you to depend upon his
unsupported testimony. So we fixed up a scheme, and I stayed outside
until he flashed a light for me; and then I went in and caught her."
"It is incredible. Why should she do such a thing? She has always
been a perfect nurse--a perfect nurse, Drake." He rose and walked the
floor. "But deliberately to disobey my orders--what could have been
her object?"
Derry hesitated.
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