Our corporal-secretary lies in a pool of blood, gravely wounded in the
thigh.
The "little fellow," shod in his sandals which he never has off, is
already at his side. He believed it was I that was struck. With him I
carry the wounded corporal into the kitchen where Simyan, the king of
cooks and cowards, turns white with fear on seeing us enter----
AN IDEA OF JEAN GOUIN,[12] BEFORE ST. GEORGES.
_August_, 1915.