about on his perch and barked, just as though the cheering had been intended for him, and perhaps some of it was.
All through the afternoon till dusk they marched and marched.
As they went on, the city streets were left far behind, and the broad macadam road ran through green fields and country villages.
At dusk they halted in a field near one of the villages.
The Jean men all ihrew down their blankets and knapsacks and began building queer little houses. The Colonel and the other officers soon went to the village, where they were billeted for the night in the best quarters obtainable.
Pierre took mess with the Colonel, eating from his new master's hand. After each bite there was a kind word or a
