upon the colt's nose. He jerked away, as though resenting the lady's
familiarity, but nickered softly. He had known Tzaritza from the first
moment he became aware of things terrestrial and they had often gamboled
together when the Empress was disinclined for a frolic. Peggy's eyes
brightened.

"Tzaritza, attention!"

The splendid hound raised her head to look into her young mistress' eyes
with keen intelligence.

"Come," and followed by the hound and colt Peggy hurried back to the
stables. They had brought the Empress down from the pasture and laid her
upon the soft turf of the large circular grass-plot in front of the main
building. The men were now digging her grave.

"Tzaritza, scent," commanded Peggy, stroking the Empress' neck.

The hound made long, deep sniffs at the still form.

"Come." Peggy then laid her hand upon the little colt's neck. The scent
was the same. Tzaritza understood.

"Guard," said Peggy.

"Woof-woof," answered Tzaritza deep down in her throat.

Peggy then led the way to the Empress' paddock. Roy capered through the
gate; Tzaritza, with her newly-assumed responsibility upon her, entered
with dignity. From that hour she scarcely left her charge, lying beside