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EVELYN'S SPOOL

DIDN'T want to take the responsibility of watching for that spy, and, maybe, shooting him, myself, so I thought I had better work Jon into it with me, somehow, no matter if I had promised not to tell him. They had no business to ask such a thing.

"Jon," I says, "things are getting so bad around here that we got to arm and look out for the place. When they get to cutting down trees and breaking windows so they can look in it's about time."

"Yes," nods old Jon, "I've been thinking about that myself."

"Then Evelyn turning Union—"

"What!" says he, like an explosion, "what's that?"

"Evelyn's turned Union." 148