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Bruce by Albert Payson Terhune
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for the lessening of the surrounding turmoil. And in another few
seconds Bruce came to a halt--not to an abrupt stop, as when he
had allowed an enemy squad to pass in front of him, but a
leisurely checking of speed, to denote that he could go no
farther with the load he was helping to haul.

Mahan put out his free hand. It encountered the American wires.
Bruce had stopped at the spot where the party had cut a narrow
path through the entanglement on the outward journey. Alone, the
dog could easily have passed through the gap, but he could not be
certain of pulling Mahan with him. Wherefore the halt.

* * * * * * * * * * *

The last of the twelve men scrambled down to safety, in the
American first-line trench, Bruce among them. The lieutenant went
straight to his commanding officer, to make his report. Sergeant
Mahan went straight to his company cook, whom he woke from a
snoreful sleep. Presently Mahan ran back to where the soldiers
were gathered admiringly around Bruce.

The Sergeant carried a chunk of fried beef, for which he had just
given the cook his entire remaining stock of cigarettes.

"Here you are, Bruce!" he exclaimed. "The best in the shop is
none too good for the dog that got us safe out of that filthy
mess. Eat hearty!"

Bruce did not so much as sniff at the (more or less) tempting bit
of meat. Coldly he looked up at Mahan. Then, with sensitive ears
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