Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/172

WAR "Yes," he says, "you talk to yourself."

"Only when there's nobody about," says I.

"Only when you think there's nobody about," laughs Jon. "But, if you want to make sure of that, you got to search all the bushes and things which might hide a man laying down, or up in a tree, within twenty yards of you."

"Now, you don't tell me it's as bad as that, Jonthy?" I says.

Then Jon took the back track—thinking he'd scared me.

"No, no! All we got to do is to be straight Union as we are—all of us!"

"Jonthy," says I, though, "it's a creepy business—watching and being watched like this. Is there anything to stop it?"

Jon hesitates a little, then he says, as if he didn't like to:

"Yes, daddy—enlisting."

"Then, according to that, you don't think it's our neighbors we meet—doing just as we are doing?" 156