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and a tap at the window and a whispery
voice asked where he should move the
malades to. He thot I was the Chef
de Medicine. I wrote your name
and there entered a breathless brancardi-
er asking for essence for the pro-
jecter. I gave him some from Harry F's
voiture and came into the house again. On
the lake I saw several shining objects.
Harry and Clint and I watched them gleam in
the light of the searchlights (projecter)
which was stationed near us by the
water's edge. I came into the room and
we speculated about the possibility of the
enemy's boats coming up. It was a rainy
black night. The other fellows went to
bed again and I finished addressing
your envelope just in time to see a frantic
eyed face - and whiskery - appear with
a "sh-sh!" and speak, to me excitedly.
I said (whispering) "Comment!" He flapped
his arms and I knew he meant to blow out
my light - which I did in the same breath
with my "Comment". After that we
watched the lake and lay down on our
beds alternately. There were ten awkward
sailing craft - a sort of raft - and two steam
launches of Austrians on the lake - and
no essence for the projecter but what we
could furnish. We emptied all our
reserve cans and Harry's machine, and