bruce(布鲁斯)-第33章
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He stretched himself lazily； fore and aft； in collie…fashion。 Then he
trotted up to his two deities and thrust his muzzle playfully into the
Mistress's palm； as he fell into step with the promenaders。
He walked with a stiffness in one foreleg。 His gait was not a limp。 But
the leg's strength could no longer be relied on for a ten…mile gallop。 Along
his forehead was a new…healed bullet… crease。 And the fur on his sides had
scarcely yet grown over the mark of the high…powered ball which had
gone clear through him without touching a mortal spot。
Truly； the regimental surgeon of the 〃Here…We…Comes〃 had done a job
worthy of his own high fame！ And the dog's wonderful condition had done
the rest。
Apart from scars and stiffness； Bruce was none the worse for his year
on the battle…front。 He could serve no longer as a dashing courier。 But his
life as a pet was in no way impaired。
〃Here's something that came by the afternoon mail； Bruce；〃 the Master
greeted him； as the collie ranged alongside。 〃It belongs to you。 Take a look
at it。〃
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Bruce
The Master drew from his pocket a leather box； and opened it。 On the
oblong of white satin； within the cover； was pinned a very small and very
thin gold medal。 But； light as it was； it had represented much abstinence
from estaminets and tobacco…shops； on the part of its donors。
〃Listen；〃 the Master said； holding the medal in front of the collie。
〃Listen； while I read you the inscription： 'To Bruce。 From some of the
boys he saved from the boches。'〃 Bruce was sniffing the thin gold lozenge
interestedly。 The inscription meant nothing to him。 Butstrong and vivid
to his trained nostrilshe scented on the medal the loving finger… touch of
his old friend and admirer； Top Sergeant Mahan。
THE END
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