ld not at first make out.

But this new enemy was not to be shaken off. His teeth found their mark,
and with a cry, the German tumbled to earth.

The newcomer was Marquis.

Separated from Hal and Chester, Marquis, though a battle dog, had become
uneasy at their absence and set out to find them. He had advanced with
the second troop of Cossacks, and seeing the dead upon the field, had
been trying to pick out the bodies of the two lads.

But when the Russian standard-bearer, almost beside him, had been shot
down and the German had leaped for the colors, Marquis had turned from
the search of his friends to dispose of his lifelong enemy.

As Marquis' foe went to the ground, a second German sprang forward and,
aiming a kick at the dog, also stooped and started to raise the colors.
Marquis, disregarding the kick, seized upon the flag with his teeth at
the same moment.

Then came a tug of war. Snarling, and with bristling back, Marquis
pulled at the standard. Crying out hoarse epithets, the German pulled
also; but neither made any headway.

Realizing that the dog was a match for him, the German uttered a fierce
imprecation, dropped his hold on the flag, stepped back and aimed his
revolver.

But the dog was ready for him. He had released his hold upon the flag
almost as soon as had the German, and his canine reasoning told him the
German's object. Before the German could pull the trigger, Marquis was
ready for him, and hurled his body straight at the German's throat.

He had gauged the distance accurately enough, and beneath the shock the
officer was hurled to the ground. He attempted to fight off his
four-footed assailant, but he was no match for the angry dog.

This adversary disposed of, Marquis calmly returned to the flag, picked
it up in his mouth, carried it to the commander of the squadron and put
it in his hand. The commander took the time to pat Marquis on the head,
and utter some words of praise.

But Marquis had no time to listen to these. He had other work to do, and
had disappeared almost before the Cossack ceased speaking.

Hither and thither over the field of battle Marquis made his way,
sniffing the bodies of the dead, and licking the faces of the wounded.
For an hour he wandered about, and at last his search was rewarded.

From near him came a feeble moan. Marquis pricked up his ears. Surely he
recognized that voice. The moan came again. Marquis hesitated no longer.
He had recognized the voice of