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trenches was laying for him； and when the machine guns were
trained on him； too。 Bruce knew he was running into death；then
and a dozen other times。 And he went at it like a white man。
〃I'mI'm getting longwinded。 And I'll stop。 Butmaybe if you
boys will remember the Big Dogand what he did for us；when you
get back home；if you'll remember him and what he did and what
thousands of other war…dogs have done；then maybe you'll be men
enough to punch the jaw of any guy who gets to saying that dogs
are nuisances and that vivisection's a good thing； and all that。
If you'll just do that much； thenwell； then Bruce hasn't lived
and died for nothing！
〃Brucie； old boy；〃 bending to lift the tawny body and lower it
into the grave； 〃it's good…by。 It's good…by to the cleanest；
whitest pal that a poor dub of a doughboy ever had。 I〃
Mahan glowered across at the clump of silent men。
〃If anybody thinks I'm crying；〃 he continued thickly； 〃he's a
liar。 I got a cold； and〃
〃Sacre bon Dieu！〃 yelled old Vivier； insanely。 〃Regarde…donc！ Nom
d'une pipe！〃
He knelt quickly beside the body； in an ecstasy of excitement。
The others craned their necks to see。 Then from a hundred throats
went up a gasp of amazement。
Bruce； slowly and dazedly； was lifting his magnificent head！
〃Chase off for the surgeon！〃 bellowed Mahan； plumping down on his
knees beside Vivier and examining the wound in the dog's scalp。
〃The bullet only creased his skull！ It didn't go through！ It's
just put him out for a few hours； like I've seen it do to men。
Get the surgeon！ If that bullet in his body didn't hit something
vital； we'll pull him around； yet！ GLORY BE！〃
* * * * * * * * * * *
It was late summer again at The Place； late opulent summer； with
the peace of green earth and blue sky； the heavy droning of bees
and the promise of harvest。 The long shadows of late afternoon
stretched lovingly across the lawn； from the great lakeside
trees。 Over everything brooded a dreamy amber light。 The war
seemed a million miles away。
The Mistress and the Master came down from the vine…shaded
veranda for their sunset walk through the grounds。 At sound of
their steps on the gravel； a huge dark…brown…and…white collie
emerged from his resting…place under the wistaria…arbor。
He stretched himself lazily； fore and aft； in collie…fashion。
Then he trotted up to his two deities and thrust his muzzle
playfully into the Mistress's palm； as he fell into step with the
promenaders。
He walked with a stiffness in one foreleg。 His gait was not a
limp。 But the leg's strength could no longer be relied on for a
ten…mile gallop。 Along his forehead was a new…healed bullet…
crease。 And the fur on his sides had scarcely yet grown over the
mark of the high…powered ball which had gone clear through him
without touching a mortal spot。
Truly； the regimental surgeon of the 〃Here…We…Comes〃 had done a
job worthy of his own high fame！ And the dog's wonderful
condition had done the rest。
Apart from scars and stiffness； Bruce was none the worse for his
year on the battle…front。 He could serve no longer as a dashing
courier。 But his life as a pet was in no way impaired。
〃Here's something that came by the afternoon mail； Bruce；〃 the
Master greeted him； as the collie ranged alongside。 〃It belongs
to you。 Take a look at it。〃
The Master drew from his pocket a leather box； and opened it。 On
the oblong of white satin； within the cover； was pinned a very
small and very thin gold medal。 But； light as it was； it had
represented much abstinence from estaminets and tobacco…shops； on
the part of its donors。
〃Listen；〃 the Master said； holding the medal in front of the
collie。 〃Listen； while I read you the inscription： 'To Bruce。
From some of the boys he saved from the boches。'〃
Bruce was sniffing the thin gold lozenge interestedly。 The
inscription meant nothing to him。 Butstrong and vivid to his
trained nostrilshe scented on the medal the loving finger…
touch of his old friend and admirer； Top Sergeant Mahan。
End