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   doctor; he cannot stand upon his feet; he is too ill to walk. Could he have come here I surely would not be so urgent in my appeal to you." "Well," he said, "if he is too bad to walk over here, he must wait until these other fellows here are served; they all need attention." "But, doctor," I said, "these gentlemen, in a manner, can help themselves. Lieutenant Peake is helpless, and I feel sure every gentleman here will wait if you will go to see Lieutenant Peake." With this I turned upon my heel and left the doctor's presence in disgust. I could hardly believe there was a man living, wearing the badge of a fraternity whose aim was to save, not destroy life, who would refuse to relieve a dying fellow mortal, a helpless prisoner of war. I returned to my tent and reported my failure to get the doctor to respond. The boys could hardly credit it. Captain W. P. Crow, an old friend and companion of Lieutenant Peake, went over to see the dispenser of opium pills, but met with no more success