THE LAST LOAD
"Tam is going to live, Captain Blackie," she said, "because he knows I want him to—don't you, dear?"
"Aye—lassie," said Tam faintly.
"Because—because," she said, "we are going to be married, aren't we, Tam?"
He nodded and she stooped to listen. "Say it—in—Scotch."
She said it—in his ear, her eyes bright and shining, her face as pink as the sunset flooding the scene and then she got up to her feet and they lifted the stretcher and slid it gently into the grooved guides on the floor of the ambulance.
"Now—driver," said the doctor with a little smile.
She went to her place and mounted to the seat. The hands that touched the polished wheel trembled and she slipped back to the ground again, her face white.
"I can't—I can't drive him," she said and burst into tears upon Blackie's shoulder.
So Blackie drove the car himself and left his general to wipe Vera's eyes.
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