sleep. You shall be as safe as if in the Chapel of the Mother of God," and, as the girl burst into tears, led her away.
John Bull joined his friends as the two women disappeared through the door leading to Carmelita's room.
"Well, thank God for that," he said as he sat down, and wiped his forehead. "What's the next step?"
"Find the other little Roosian guy, an' put him wise to what's happened to sissy, I guess," replied the American.
"Yes," agreed Rupert. "It's up to him to carry on now, with any sort or kind of help that we can give him.… Where did he go after parade, I wonder?"
"The gal got copped for a wheel-barrer corvée—they was goin' scavengin' round the officers' houses and gardens I think—an' he took her place.… He'd be back by dark an' start washin' hisself," opined the American.
"Better get back at once then," said John Bull.
"I feel a most awful cad," he added.
"What on earth for?" asked Rupert.
"About Carmelita," was the reply. "I've got her help under false pretences. If I had told her that I was going to fight a serious duel with her precious Luigi, she'd never have taken that girl in. If I don't fight him now, he'll make my life utterly unlivable.… I wish to God Carmelita could be brought to see him as he is and to understand that the moment the Canteen will have him, he is done with the Café.… I wish Madame la Cantinière would take him and settle the matter. Since it has got to come, the sooner the better. I should really enjoy my fight with him if
