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When consciousness came back to Firefly's 

 master the first tiling he saw was something chest- 

 nut colored and something blue. There was a 

 roaring in his ears. 



Then he heard the ping of flying bullets, and 

 saw that the chestnut color was Firefly, standing 

 over him, and the blue wa:s the sky beyond as he 

 lay looking up. 



He was still on the battlefield. He was there 

 alone ; alone with the dead and wounded. His 

 friends were gone. And yet he was not alone after 

 all. His faithful Firefly was with him. 



He was not holding her bridle ; there was noth- 

 ing to keep her. She was trembling with fear, and 

 she smelled the blood around, but she would not 

 desert her fallen master. 



He raised himself on his elbow, and Firefly 

 whinnied. Then, staggering, he got upon his feet. 

 He mounted Firefly and gathered up the reins, and 

 then away they fled, fast, fast across the field, back 

 to safety. 



Firefly's master was so badly wounded that he 

 was sent to a hospital. Firefly followed back of 

 the ambulance in which they carried him. For a 

 lone time after that she was not ridden at all. 



