lookout
for just
this move.
And their
best
sharpshooters
will be
waiting
for
you--even
if you
dodge the
shrapnel
and the
rest of
the
artillery.
I'm sorry!
And--good-by."Then,
tersely,
he rasped
out the
command--
"Bruce!
Headquarters!
Headquarters!
QUICK!" At
a bound,
the dog
was gone.
Breasting
the rise
of the
hill,
Bruce set
off at a
sweeping
run, his
tawny-and-white
mane
flying in
the wind.
A thousand
eyes, from
the
Here-We-Come
trenches,
watched
his
flight.
