"I saw him, but I find it hard to tell you how and where, Mrs.Walton." He paused again, and then hurried on with the explanation, as if anxious to have it over as soon as possible.
"He was shot last night by mistake on the picket-line.

The sentry is all broken up over it, poor fellow, and the whole camp regrets it more than I can tell.

You see, after yesterday's performance we almost claimed the dog as one of us.

Colonel Wayne has made me the bearer of his deepest regrets.
He especially deplores the occurrence on account of the dog's little mistress, knowing what a great grief it will be to her.

He wishes, if you think it will be any consolation to her, to give Hero a military funeral, and bury him with the honours due a brave soldier." "I am sure that Lloyd will want that," said Mrs, Walton.