To him duty did not mean soft cushions, and idle days, and the following of a happy-hearted child at play.

It meant long marches and the guarding of ambulances and the rescue of the dead and dying.

A true soldier's heart beat in the dog's shaggy body, and, obedient to his instinct and training, he answered the summons when it sounded.

With long, swinging steps he set out in the direction of the bugle-call, taking the road through the woods that the wagon had travelled that day, and down which he had watched the orderly disappear.

No, not deserting his duty, but, as he understood it, hurrying back, with faithful heart to the cause that had always claimed him.
Now and then the moon, coming out fitfully from, behind the clouds, shone on his great tawny body, touching the white curls of his ruff with a line of silver.