of Bruce,
and it
angered
him to
hear the
frantic
effort of
the boche
marksmen
to down so
magnificent
a
creature.
The
bullets
were
spraying
all about
the
galloping
dog,
kicking up
tiny
swirls of
dust at
his heels
and in
front of
him and to
either
side.
Mahan,
watching,
with
streaming
eyes and
blaspheming
lips,
recalled
the French
sergeant's
theory
that Bruce
bore a
charmed
life. And
he prayed
that
Vivier
might be
