gaze
followed
the dog's
every
step.
Bruce had
cleared
more than
three-fourths
of the
slope. The
top-sergeant
permitted
himself
the luxury
of a broad
grin.
☆、第22章 The War Dog(7)
"I'll buy
Vivier all
the
red-ink
wine he
can
gargle,
next
pay-day!"
he vowed.
"He was
dead right
about the
dog. No
bullet was
ever
molded
that can
get--"Mahan
broke off
in his
exultation,
with an
explosive
oath, as a
new note
in the
firing
smote upon
his
trained
hearing.
