[Illustration: BROKEN AEROPLANE IN THE ARSENAL AT KRAG.]
[Illustration: WHERE THE "PLANE" FELL.]
[Illustration: HOUSE NEAR THE ARSENAL DAMAGED BY BOMBS.]
"Oh, my poor brother! oh, my poor brother! What have they done to
thee? Why should this evil have befallen thee?"
As we finished tying him up, Hardinge said, "Is it any good lying down?"
I answered, "If this poor chap had been lying down he would not have
been hurt."
There was no stretcher, so we lifted the wounded man on a blanket into
the ambulance, which Boon had now brought. The girl and the brother
climbed within. I took the steering wheel. Boon wound up the engine, and
swung alongside me. The driving was a difficult problem. Whether to
drive fast and get to the hospital, or whether to go slow and spare the
wounded man as much pain as was possible? The road was awful: once it
had been laid with stone pavement, but many of the stones were missing,
and in so bad a condition was it that although several bombs had fallen
in the streets, one could not distinguish the bomb craters from the
ordinary holes in the road.
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