Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/215

THE FRENZY OF EVELYN hate to tell you, but we are under grievous suspicion. All about us, there is a cordon of Union soldiers. There is a spy named Mallory near us. He has somehow made the Federal authorities believe that one of us is Mallory. Don't you see how dangerous that is for all of us? And that the only way to divert suspicion is for some of us to enlist in the Union army?"

"And, do you think," shrieks Evelyn, "that that will make the Federal government believe that it has got rid of a Confederate spy?"

"No," says Jon. "It will find the spy in good time and shoot him. But it will convince the government that he is not here, not one of us; the horrible suspicions and surveillance of us will cease—and be carried on elsewhere."

She gets wilder and wilder.

"Isn't Dave here to shoulder the suspicion still? And if they think the spy is one of you three, don't you see that you have fastened it down on him alone? Dave, Dave! Before, it might have been any of you three. It was 199