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• • now eye—maybe you didn't know it I J but aomethlng ban knocked one of 5 • them out. Alao you need a patch on • t your chin and a now top. to your • 1 hat" I f I* *IMy. my!" cried the poor general. 9 • "I must be dreadfully woanlod. • • But I don't feel a thing. Isn't It I' conTcnlcnt to bo made of wood • S and not bare any feelings' But If ( I’m such a cripple. I'd better Hu down again and have tbe stretcher ■■ bearers come and get me." pH Nancy tied bandages n'l aver ~ him like tbe good Red Cross nurse she was, and soon (General Gold Braid was on Ills way to the hos pital to get patched up. “Please, sir!" said a new voice. “What shall we do now’ ’ Nick looked around In surprise nnd there stood a wooden officer Minting. "Do you mean me?” asked Nick. . "Yea air. Now that we have no general, wo need a leader. We don't know what to do. I’m Colonel Stiff Leg." “Can’t you be general?’ 'asked Nick.” until General Gold Braid gets better?" (•No. sir!" answered the colonel. “I can't! Because a general must have a silver star on His shoulder and I have only a sliver eagle on mine. It’s painted and won't come off. Can’t you be general sir?” “Who, me?” cried Nick. “Yes. air!" answered the colonel. 'All yau need Is a cocked hat and t Btvord. The Tinker Sian will pink" them for you. I’m sure. -T. "Yes, indeed!" said, the Tinker Man, obligingly. ' “But what will you do, Nancy?" gsked Nick. “I r.ffl*t l»iTve yon." "I tell you." flTed Hlflffy, clasp- j her hands. “I’ll drive the awbu- Yellow CabCo.