"Blockhead!" squealed the fat saloonkeeper. "You haf hit mein Fritz yet!" "That's the one I meant to hit, Gus," said the officer, grimly, as the white bulldog rolled over and immediately ceased struggling. Prince, seeing his antagonist _hors de combat_, unclamped his jaws and stood back, eying his rival sharply, but not offering to attack again. The officer secured the end of the leash and put it into Carolyn May's hand. "You've been warned often enough, Gus, to keep your dog both muzzled and on a leash. He might have chewed that red-haired kid to sausage meat. You take your Fritz inside your saloon, or I'll call up the dog wagon." The ill-mannered bulldog was twitching with all four feet and otherwise gave signs of returning consciousness. His owner took the policeman's advice, while the crowd thronged admiringly about Carolyn May and her dog. Her fright having passed, Prince's mistress was very proud of him. Even the policeman patted him, for he knew Prince quite as well as he did Carolyn May. "That's a fine dawg," declared one woman from the tenement near by, her arms akimbo as she looked at Prince, and who had a little plaid shawl pinned tightly across her ample bosom. "Sure that mangy cur of Gus's ought to been killed long ago. Would you sell your dawg, little girl?" "Oh, no, ma'am! I couldn't sell Princey," Carolyn May cried. "Why, he'd be broken-hearted, I guess, if I did that." Prince shook himself and his bangles jangled. He was undoubtedly proud. He knew well enough when he was being praised. "Sure the dawg should have a new bangle for the battle he fought," said the woman who wished to buy him. "With the date on it, an' commemoratin' his battle wid Gus's cur-dog. I'll give a quarter towards it myself." "And I'll make the medal and engrave it," declared the man who made keys and mended locks in the little shop next the corner saloon. Carolyn May never knew all those who subscribed to Prince's new bangle, or just how it was done. But a few days later the "key man" came to the Camerons' door and brought a very shiny medal and attached it to Prince's collar. On it was stamped: PRINCE: A GOOD DOG From His Friends Already a silver plate on Prince's collar commemorated "the brave deed" he had performed at the Corners in saving Miss Minnie, Carolyn's dearly beloved school teacher, from being robbed by a tramp. "That dog," remarked Mr. Cameron, "will soon have more medals than a dock policeman." But this is quite ahead of our story. The red-haired girl had run home. But Carolyn May had to go on to the delicatessen store and buy the articles her mother had sent her for. And as though there had not been enough excitement for one afternoon, she looked up curiously at the woman beside her when she stood at the counter, and-- It was the pale lady with her baby in her arms!