homesickness at the smell of the bracelet. He went to the door and scratched upon it, then went back to the Colonel and begged to be let out.
"It's not for us, little soldier," said the man. "Ours is the hard road ahead. You cuddle down with me and we'll say a prayer for her and for ourselves. God knows we may need it. Then sleep. We can't waste any time howling to-night."
All the time the strong hand had been caressing his head and drawing the soft ears between the fingers in the manner that dogs like.
Then the Colonel put the dog between his feet under the blanket and soon both were asleep.
In almost no time the bugler was blowing reveille, and both soldiers tumbled out of their blanket ready for the day's march.
