He turned his head
and said, "Hello, Scouty, glad to see you."
I said, "Jib Jab, this is the fellow who's looking after us on our hike;
its Mr. Donnelle. I thought I'd come and see you before we go away and I
brought him, too. He wouldn't tell anybody about you being human."
Harry Donnelle put out his hand in that nice off hand way he had, to shake
hands with him, and Jib Jab started to reach out too. Then, all of a sudden
he stood up and raised his arm and saluted.
"How are you, Lieutenant?" he said; "I see you're mustered out, but I
salute you just the same, because you saved my life in France. I know you
even if you don't know me, Lieutenant."
Just then Dorry whispered in my ear, "Did you notice his hand when he
saluted. There's a cameo ring on it. Look close and see if that's Abraham
Lincoln's head carved on it. Its awful old and clumsy looking."
Just then Jib Jab took my hand and I had a good look at that ring. Oh boy,
you can bet I was excited. And you can bet a scout knows Abraham Lincoln's
head when he sees it. But even if I was flabbergasted, I could seem to just
hear those words, _"saved my life.
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