Ill send him over either this evening or to-morrow." That evening the orderly rode over to bring word that the sham battle would take place the following Thursday, and they were all invited to witness it.

Hero's trial would take place immediately after the battle.
While he stood talking to Mrs.Walton and Miss Allison, Lloyd and Kitty came running down the hill with Hero close behind them.
The orderly turned with an exclamation of admiration as the dog came toward him, and held out his hand with a friendly snap of the fingers.
"Ah, old comrade," he called out in French, in a deep, hearty voice.
"Come, give me a greeting! I, too, am from the motherland." At sound of the familiar speech, the dog went forward, wagging his tail violently, as if he recognised an old acquaintance.

Then he stopped and snuffed his boots in a puzzled manner, and looked up wistfully into the orderly's face.

It was a stranger he gazed at, yet voice, speech, and appearance were like the man's who had trained him from a puppy, and he gave a wriggle of pleasure when the big hand came down on his head, and the deep voice spoke caressingly to him.
When the orderly mounted his horse.

Hero would have followed had not the Little Colonel called him sharply, grieved and jealous that he should show such marked interest in a stranger.