was Harry Horton, a Lieutenant of the —th Infantry, The corporal had won the lieutenant some glory, it seemed, instead of the ruin that awaited the discovery of the cowardice and disobedience of orders. But the substitution would be discovered unless Jim Horton could find his brother Harry. And how was he going to manage that from his hospital bed? A gentle perspiration exuded from Jim Horton's pores. Being surrounded by Boches in the wood was distinctly less hazardous than this. And so when the nurse returned with the Major, he did his best to straighten out the tangle. The Major was much pleased at the patient's progress, made a suggestion or two about a change in the treatment and was on the point of turning away when Horton spoke. A gentle perspiration exuded from Jim Horton's pores. Being surrounded by Boches in the wood was distinctly less hazardous than this. And so when the nurse returned with the Major, he did his best to straighten out the tangle. The Major was much pleased at the patient's progress, made a suggestion or two about a change in the treatment and was on the point of turning away when Horton spoke. "Would you mind, sir—just a word?" "Would you mind, sir—just a word?" "Of course. Something bothering you?" "Of course. Something bothering you?" "Yes. You see——" the patient hesitated again, his lip twisting, "this whole thing is a mistake." "Yes. You see——" the patient hesitated again, his lip twisting, "this whole thing is a mistake." The doctor eyed the sick man narrowly. The doctor eyed the sick man narrowly. "A mistake?" And then kindly, "I don't understand." "A mistake?" And then kindly, "I don't understand." Horton frowned at the bed-rail. "You see, sir, I'm not Henry G. Horton. I—I'm somebody else."
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