Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/169

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C. S. A.

O Jonathan fixed the old flint that she'd go off the first time instead of the tenth, and loaded her with about a pint of buckshot, and one night Jon he watched, the next I did. And the funny thing about it was that no one else in the house knew a thing about it. Except they pestered me about being so sleepy.

Once in a while I came near ending the life of one of the neighbors, but they always took me for what I took them, suspicious, and made sufficient explanations. We use' to pull our hats down so's no one would know us, and talk in a changed voice. Even wore handkerchiefs over the lower part of our faces.

We would go to bed in the usual way, then the one who was to stand watch would sneak up. That was the hard part of it—getting up 153