the edge
of the
traverse,
and with
his own
arms
lifted the
eighty-pound
collie to
the top.
There was
tenderness
as well as
strength
in the
lifting
arms. As
he set
Bruce down
on the
brink, the
colonel
said, as
if
speaking
to a
fellow-human:
"I hate to
do it, old
chap. I
HATE to!
There
isn't one
chance in
three of
your
getting
all the
way up the
hill
alive. But
there
wouldn't
be one
chance in
a hundred,
for a MAN.
The boches
will be on
the
