Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/102

WAR Evelyn, and enjoyed her. And she seemed to enjoy Dave. Though now and then a funny scare would come over her face like she remembered something and she would look back the way we had come. For, as we were climbing upward most of the time, you could look back at our house a couple miles of the way. She made Jon come to her other side.

And once I heard her whisper, when she was scared that way:

"Oh, God! I hope they won't! I hope they can't!"

"Won't and can't what?" asks I.

"Beat me!"

Right away she laughs—and begins a game with old Jonthy.

It's piling hands on top of one another and pulling them from under and getting caught and kissed. It didn't take Jon long to catch her—for she was always looking back that way.

"Kiss her, Jonthy," laughs Dave, and Jon he kissed the hand he had caught. 86