"Now the flask," said the Major. While the dog obeyed the second order,
he opened the bags for Lloyd to examine them. They were marked with a
red cross in a square of white, and contained rolls of bandages, from
which any man, able to use his arms, could help himself until his
rescuer brought further aid.
The flask which Hero brought was marked in the same way, and the Major
buckled it to his collar, saying, as he fastened first that and then
the shoulder-bags in place, "When a dog is in training, soldiers,
pretending to be dead or wounded, are hidden in the woods or ravines and
he is taught to find a fallen body, and to bark loudly. If the soldier
is in some place too remote for his voice to bring aid, the dog seizes a
cap, a handkerchief, or a belt,--any article of the man's clothing which
he can pick up,--and dashes back to the nearest ambulance."
"What a lovely game that would make!" exclaimed Lloyd. "Do you suppose
that I could train my dogs to do that? We often play soldiah at Locust.
Now, what is it you say to Hero when you want him to hunt the men? Let
me see if he'll mind me."
The Major repeated the command.
"But I can't speak French," she said, in dismay. "What is it in
English?"
"Hero can't understand English," said the Major, laughing at the
perplexed expression that crept into the Little Colonel's face.
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