And the Yeah, Welcome back everyone to a new year and to one thousand one classic short stories and tales.

Our first story of the year, Garm, a hostage. It's a dog story that I think you'll enjoy very much.

One night, a very long time ago ago I drove to an Indian military cantonment called

meyan mirror to see amateur theatricals. At the back of the infantry barracks a

soldier, his cap over one eye, rushed in front of the horses and shouted

that he was a dangerous highway robber. As a matter of fact, he was a friend of mine, so I told him to go home

before anyone caught him, but he fell under the pole and I heard voices of a military guard in search of someone.

The driver and I coached my friend to the carriage, drove home swiftly, undressed him and put him to bed, where he waked next morning with a sore headache,

very much ashamed. When his uniform was cleaned and dried, and he had been shaved and washed and made neat,

I drove him back to barracks with his arm and a fine white

sling and reported that I had accidentally run over him. I did not tell this

story to my friends a sergeant who was a hostile and unbelieving person, but to his lieutenant, who did not know us quite so well.

Three days later my friend came to call, and at his heels slobbered and fawned one of the finest bull terriers of the old-fashioned breed,

two parts bull and one-part terrier that I'd ever set eyes on.

He was pure white with a fawn-colored saddle just behind his neck and a fawn diamond at the root of his thin whippy tail.

I had admired him distantly for more than a year, and Vixen, my own fox terrier, knew him too, but did not approve.

He's for you, said my friend. knew him too but did not approve.

He's for you, said my friend, but he did not look as though he'd like partying with him.

Nonsense! The dog's worth more than most men, Stanley, I said said he's that more tension the dog rose on his hind legs and

stood upright for a full minute eyes are right he sat on his haunches and turned his head sharp it. Eyes, right?

He sat on his hunches and turned his head sharp to the right.

At a sign he rose and barked thrice.

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