Tom Boynton looked up in his old chum's face. "You let him die?" he asked.
"We were three to one," returned the other humbly.
"You did your best, and you let him die," repeated Tom blankly. "And he was my chum," he added miserably.
"Tom," cried Ted passionately, "I was your chum too."
"You!" with infinite scorn; then bending down he kissed the dead face tenderly.
Ted Petres turned away, blind with pain. He might have won the Cross, but he had lost his friend--the friend who had loved him less than that other chum of whom he had not the heart now to feel jealous.
And that was how they met again--that was the end of Tom Petres' boy's love.
Yum-Yum: A Pug
CHAPTER I
For a pug Yum-Yum was perfect, and let me tell you it takes a great many special sorts of beauty to give you a pug which in any way approaches perfection.