Chapter 11 No.11

The Four-Legged Recruit

"Don, boy, look here," cried Bert, coming out of the mess tent after dinner with a plate of scraps. "Now how are you going to thank me for it?" he asked as Don pranced up, barking and wig-wagging with his tail.

Don's answer was to stick his cold muzzle into Bert's hand and to wig-wag a little harder.

"Now, old fello