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WAR apart. If one's goes we'll all have to go. And, maybe, we couldn't all get in the same company. So, who'd take care of my boys if they got sick? And how'd they take care of me? I expect, if it gets much worse—some'll have to—"

"It must get worse before it can get better," said the officer. "And when that time comes you must take your place in the ranks, or prove your loyalty otherwise. But, for the present you are, probably, more useful here. We expect the arrest of Mallory now, no matter who he may be. Be sure to tell no one of your office."

"Not even Dave and Jon?"

"No one," says the officer. "Especially Dave and Jon. And by the way, has Betsy any pies on hand?"

He forgets and laughs and opens his haversack.

"Oh, so!" says I. "You were never here before! I just wonder who told you about the pies—and Betsy! Ha ha!" 134