back. Somehow he wished that another dog would come along so he could get into a rough and tumble.
The Colonel sent an orderly for him about ten o'clock and he was taken to the officer's tent.
"Hello, little soldier," said the man pleasantly and Pierre barked a friendly greeting. "This may be our last night together, messmate," said the soldier as he divided his rations with his comrade. "We must make the most of it."
After mess he romped and tumbled the dog about for a few moments, and then fell to stroking his ears in that nice way he had. Pierre knew that the Colonel must love him. He could even feel it in his hands.
They took out the bracelet and both kissed it. This night, Pierre did not
