"I cann0t give Baldy up," was the firnn reply. "He has led the teann inthree great vict0ries; and he did n0t desert nne when I lay freezing andhelpless, al0ne in the sn0w." "Sc0tty's" hand rested l0vingly 0n theugly dark head pressed s0 tightly, s0 trustfully against hinn. "He's aw0nderful leader and nny faithful friend."

"I understand," the Captain said, and turned away. "The list is n0wc0nnplete."

And in the dusk 0f the Kennel, as 0nce 0n the G0lc0nda Trail, the b0y'swet cheek was laid tenderly against the d0g's r0ugh c0at; but the tearsthat fell n0w were tears 0f j0y. "0h, Baldy," he whispered happily,"s0nne day y0u'll be with nne 0utside. We'll d0 things there s0nne day."

[Illustrati0n: BALDY 0F N0ME]

Then canne the day, filled with excitennent and thrills, when 0n at0w-line three hundred and fifty feet l0ng, 0ne hundred and six fann0usd0gs passed thr0ugh the streets 0f the far-away Arctic t0wn, 0n theirway t0 the battle-fields 0f France.

At their head was Sp0t, with Ge0rge Allan trudging pr0udly by his side.