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 was not afraid, but he was bewildered, and he looked back for further orders.

The captain pointed towards the woods, and cried at the top of his voice:

"Mush, Pierre, mush!" And without the slightest hesitation the dog turned his head towards the gulch and galloped forward.

But he had barely gone fifty feet when there was a puff of smoke from the shell and then a great cloud of dust and sod which lifted Pierre on its outer edge and sent him rolling over and over down the slope towards the gulch.

The captain shaded his eyes to discover if he was killed, but after a few seconds, to his great joy, he saw the dog get slowly up and shake himself, and with one look backwards towards his friends trot away into the thicket.