"He fought me at first," he continued, addressing the Lieutenant and the Doctor; "but I soon won his heart. Poor old boy," he said, stroking the dog, "he didn't want to be made into a stew, did he?"
"We must go up to-morrow," said the Lieutenant.
"What are you going to call him?" asked the Doctor.
"Major, I guess—we haven't a major here."
Lieutenant Howard's white teeth showed in a sarcastic smile. "You might call him 'Captain,'" he said, twisting his mustache, "for the same good reason."
