house. There were lots of folks and a few dogs.
"My mistress is a very great lady. She goes about in a house on wheels. Lots of people came to see us. They all used to pet me and Mistress would tell them how smart I was. You see I am a war hero. This is my War Cross on the chain about my neck."
But instead of admiring him as Pierre had expected, the old bull growled still more savagely than before. His one eye also seemed to be watching Pierre suspiciously. Finally the Killer spoke between deep growls.
"You are a four-flusher," he said. "You can't pull that stuff on me. I ain't a woolly lamb, purp. I wasn't born yesterday. You are a four-flusher."
"What is that?" asked Pierre timidly.
