THE SENTRY'S MISTAKE Promptly on Thursday, at the time appointed, the orderly rode over to Camp Walton to escort the party back to the camp at Calkin's Cliff.

The four boys led the way on their ponies; the rest piled into a great farm wagon filled with straw, that had been procured from one of the neighbouring farms for the occasion.
Hero followed obediently, when the Little Colonel ordered him to jump up beside her, but he turned longing eyes on the orderly, whom he had welcomed with strong marks of pleasure.

It was only their second meeting, but Hero seemed to regard him as an old friend.

He leaped up to lick his face, and bounded around him with quick, short barks of pleasure that, for the moment, gave Lloyd a jealous pang.

She was hurt that Hero should show such an evident desire to follow him in preference to her.
"I don't see what makes Hero act so," she said to Mrs.Walton.
"The orderly certainly must bear a strong resemblance to some one whom Hero knew and loved in France," she replied.