together alone. It grew to be a familiar sight in the town,
the graceful fair-haired child and the big tawny St. Bernard, walking side
by side along the quay. She was not afraid to venture anywhere with such a
guard. As for Hero, he followed her as gladly as he did his master.

CHAPTER V.

THE RED CROSS OF GENEVA

A week after the runaway the handsomest collar that could be bought in
town was fastened around Hero's neck. It had taken a long time to get it,
for Mr. Sherman went to many shops before he found material that he
considered good enough for the rescuer of his little daughter. Then the
jeweller had to keep it several days while he engraved an inscription on
the gold name-plate--an inscription that all who read might know what
happened on a certain July day in the old Swiss town of Geneva. On the
under side of the collar was a stout link like the one on his old one, to
which the flask could be fastened when he was harnessed for service, and
on the upper side, finely wrought in enamel, was a red cross on a white
square.

"Papa Jack!" exclaimed Lloyd, examining it with interest, "that is the
same design that is on his blanket and shouldah-bags. Why, it's just like
the Swiss flag!" she cried, looking out at the banner floating from the
pier. "Only the colours are turned around. The flag has a white cross on a
red ground, and this is a red cross on a white ground. Why did you have it
put on the collah, Papa Jack?"

"Because he is a Red Cross dog," answered her father.

"No, Papa Jack. Excuse me for contradictin', but the Majah said he was a
St. Bernard dog."

Mr. Sherman laughed, but before he could explain he was called to the
office to answer a telegram. When he returned Lloyd had disappeared to
find the Major, and ask about the symbol on the collar. She found him in
his favourite seat near the fountain, in the shady courtyard. Perching on
a bench near by with Hero for a foot-stool, she asked, "Majah, is Hero a
St. Bernard or a Red Cross dog?"

"He is both," answered the Major, smiling at her puzzled expression. "He
is the first because he belongs to that family of dogs, and he is the
second because he was adopted by the Red Cross Association, and trained
for its service. You know what that is, of course."

Still Lloyd looked puzzled. She shook her head. "No, I nevah heard of it.
Is it something Swiss or French?"

"Never heard of it!" repeated the Major. He spoke in such a surprised
tone that h