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M. C. A. A cheerful but sleepy
secretary, half dead with the fatigue of a heavy day ministering to
soldiers "going up the line," could offer him no help at all.
"Do you mean to say that there is no place in this town," said Barry
desperately, "where a sick man can get a dish of coffee?"
"Sick man!" cried the secretary. "Why, certainly! Why not try the R. A.
M. C.? They've a hospital half a mile up the street. They will certainly
help you out. I'll come with you."
"No, you don't," said Barry. "You go back to bed. I'll find the place."
Half a mile up the street, as the secretary had said, Barry came upon
the flaring lantern of the R. A. M. C., at the entrance to a huge
warehouse, the gate of which stood wide open.
Entering the courtyard, Barry found a group of men about a blazing fire.
"May I see the officer in charge?" he asked, approaching the group.
The men glanced at his rank badges.
"Yes, sir," said a sergeant, clicking his heels smartly. "Can I do
anything for you, sir?"
"Thank you," said Barry, and told him his wants.


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