cut a twig from the tree just above Halsey's head. Hank laughed under his breath.
"There is your dear uncle trying to shoot us. You see he is all right."
"Let's get out of this," said Halsey. So they hastened along the top of the mountain and made their reconnaissance of the enemy from that position. As it turned out this gave them the best view of the enemies' force and they secured a good report.
But Halsey continued to mutter to himself. "Uncle Hillery, I might have shot you. I might have shot you."
"But you didn't," put in Hank each time when he was seized with one of these strange spells of trembling and muttering.
"No, thank God, I didn't, but you don't know how near I came to pulling that trigger. It was only God that saved me."
It was days before Halsey shook off the horror of that experience and he never really fully out-grew it, for it haunted his dreams for years.
When they returned to camp they re-
