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 Guerre, and clasped the chain about the dog's neck. Then he kissed the dog on his head.

His sight had nearly left him. His senses were reeling. It was only by great will power that the Colonel kept his mind working.

"Home, Pierre," he said sternly, "Home." He patted the place on the collar where the bracelet lay. The dog cocked his ears and listened. "Home," repeated the man of blood and iron. The dog whimpered. "Home," he repeated again, and struck him sharply on the shoulder. The dog whimpered but turned partly about. Again he slapped his shoulder. The Colonel listened intently and smiled as he heard his paws patting slowly down the road. Ordinarily he would have doubted if he would ever find