His three friends rose slowly to their feet, and lifted their caps from their heads.
“Good old Marquis!” said Hal. “But he died as a soldier should!”
“Yes,” said Chester, “and with almost his last breath he breathed defiance to the Germans, whom he hated.”
“There wasn’t a better or braver soldier in the Russian army,” said Alexis. “We must bury him with honors.”
“We shall!” cried Chester.
“I am somewhat handy with a knife,” said Alexis. “I shall carve him a little monument.”
“And he shall be laid to rest with full military honors,” said Chester.
And so it was done.
All that day Alexis worked upon the little monument. When it was finally completed, all was in readiness for the burial. The dog had made friends in the regiment. Not a man but had become attached to him; and so it was no small funeral cortege that escorted the body of the dog-hero to his last resting place.
From the quartermaster Chester had secured a large French flag.