ood very still, but his tail flapped around in circles while Mrs.
Melville fastened a canteen of water to his collar, then she said,
"Now, Bruin, go find Ruth!"

"Woof! Woof!" rang out the big voice, just as the dogs of the Hospice
called when they started on the trail. Followed closely by Charlotte,
Jan led the way from one hay mound to another, poking his nose deeply
into each. Charlotte kept calling, "Find Ruth, Bruin! Go find her! She's
lost in the snow and will freeze to death if we don't find her soon!"

Jan forgot it was only the Land of Make-Believe, while he burrowed into
the haycocks. As he ran from one to the other, his bark sounded again
and again, for he remembered the lessons Brother Antoine had given him
and Rollo, and the canteen that bumped against his breast felt like the
little wooden casket he had carried on the trail. At last he found the
lost traveller. Jan lifted his head and uttered a sharp bark of triumph
before his nose began tossing the hay that completely covered Ruth.

"He found her! He found her!" shrieked Charlotte in greatest excitement,
just as though Ruth had really been lost in the snow-drifts.

Both parents ran to watch the game and Ruth's face appeared in the hay,
like a pink Easter egg in a nest. She squinted up, saw her mother and
father, Charlotte and Jan, then remembered that she was lost and shut
her eyes quickly. Jan touched her cheek with his nose, and licked her
face. She could not keep still any longer, because she wanted to sneeze
and that would spoil the whole game. So she opened her eyes, put up her
hand and unfastened the canteen from Jan's collar and swallowed such a
big gulp of water that she almost choked. Her arms went about Jan's neck
and while she clung, he moved slowly away from the mound, his tail
waving rapidly and his big eyes full of pride. Ruth had been saved from
a terrible death in the snow-drifts of the Alps!

The whole party of rescuers hastened to the Hospice under the trees,
where supper was almost ready, and as they sat around the outdoor
fireplace waiting the meal, they all declared that Bruin had acted just
as if he had really lived at the Hospice and knew all about the dogs
there and how they worked.

Three months after Jan went to live at Roseneath, the family sat reading
one evening, and Jan sprawled at their feet. Ruth and Charlotte were
deeply interested in the pictures of a new magazine for children, and
Mr. Melville held a newspaper. He h