ked the question.

"_Do_ you wish you were back in the French army, following the ambulances
and hunting the wounded soldiahs? Seems to me you ought to like it so much
bettah heah in Kentucky, with, nothing to do but play and eat and sleep,
and be loved by everybody."

"But an army dog can't get away from his training any easier than a man,"
laughed the orderly, as he rode on beside the wagon. "It is a part of him.
Hero is a good soldier, and no doubt feels a greater joy in obeying what
he considers a call to duty, than in riding in the wagon at his ease, with
the ladies."

"You know a great deal, perhaps, of this society for the training of
ambulance dogs," said Mrs. Walton.

"Yes," he replied. "I am deeply interested in it. My brother at home keeps
me informed of its movements, and has written me much of Herr Bungartz's
methods. I think I shall have no difficulty in putting the dog through his
manoeuvres, especially as he seems to recognise me and in some way connect
me with his past life."

Fife and drum welcomed the party as they drove into camp, and the party
were at once escorted to seats where they could watch the drill and the
sham battle. It was a familiar scene to the General's little family, and
to Miss Allison, who had visited more than one army post. But some of the
girls put their fingers in their ears when the noise of the rapid firing
began. Hero was greatly excited.

Soon after the noise of the sham battle ceased, the field was prepared for
the dog's trial. Men were hidden behind logs, stretched out in ditches,
and left lying as if dead, in the dense thicket that skirted one side of
the field, for wounded animals, either men or beasts, instinctively crawl
away to die under cover.

With hands almost trembling in their eagerness, Lloyd fastened the flask
and shoulder-bags on the dog. He seemed to know that something unusual was
expected of him, and wagged his tail so violently that he nearly upset the
Little Colonel. He watched every movement of the orderly, who, with a Red
Cross brassard on his arm, was acting as chief of the improvised ambulance
corps.

"Will you give him the order, Miss Lloyd?" he asked, turning politely to
the little girl. Lloyd had pictured this moment several times on the way
over, thinking how proud she would be to stand up like a real Little
Colonel and send her orders ringing over the field before the whole
admiring regiment. But now that the moment had actually come, sh