The lieutenant drew himself up sharply, saluted his superior officer, and walked rapidly away.
“One more enemy,” said Chester to Hal, as the man made off.
“Oh, he’ll get over it,” laughed the boys’ guard. “He knows he is in the wrong—that’s what makes him so angry.”
The object of this little unpleasantness still stood near, wagging his tail and looking at the two lads. When they continued their walk toward their tent, he calmly followed them.
The lads did not notice this, however, until they had entered the tent, and then Hal espied the nose of their newly-found friend poking its way in after them. A moment later and the dog was curled up at one side of the tent, sleeping.
“Looks like there are three of you to guard now, instead of two,” said the officer. “However, I guess it is all right.”
“I wonder if it would be possible,” said Chester, struck with a sudden thought, “for us to take him to Berlin with us?”
“I’ll see what can be done about it,” replied the officer. “I believe that I can arrange it all right.”
“We certainly would appreciate it,” continued Chester, “and, if the time ever comes when we may be of service to you, you may command us.” The officer smiled.
“I doubt if you will ever have the opportunity,” he said. “Present circumstances would indicate that there is little likelihood of it.”