wrecked car, two bodies were found huddled inertly amid a junk-
heap of splintered glass and shivered wood and twisted metal. The
local ambulance carried away one of these limp bodies. The
Place's car rushed the smash-up's other senseless victim to the
office of the nearest veterinary. Dr. Halding, with a shattered
shoulder-blade and a fractured nose and jaw and a mild case of
brain-concussion,--was received as a guest of honor at the
village hospital.

Bruce, his left foreleg broken and a nasty assortment of glass-
cuts marring the fluffiness of his fur, was skillfully patched up
by the vet' and carried back that night to The Place.

The puppy had suddenly taken on a new value in his owners' eyes--
partly for his gallantly puny effort at defending the Mistress,
partly because of his pitiful condition. And he was nursed, right
zealously, back to life and health.

In a few weeks, the plaster cast on the convalescent's broken
foreleg had been replaced by a bandage. In another week or two
the vet' pronounced Bruce as well as ever. The dog, through
habit, still held the mended foreleg off the ground, even after
the bandage was removed. Whereat, the Master tied a bandage
tightly about the uninjured foreleg.

Bruce at once decided that this, and not the other, was the lame
leg; and he began forthwith to limp on it. As it was manifestly
impossible to keep both forelegs off the ground at the same time
when he was walking, he was forced to make use of the once-broken
leg. Finding, to his amaze, that he could walk on it with perfect