Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/240

 XXIV

A FAVOR TO SHOOT HER

EFORE Betsy could dress and get there Evelyn came to. She understood the whole thing at once.

"Evelyn," I says, "I didn't know it was you."

Well, with all that blood running out of her she laughs and hugs me!

"And I didn't know it was you! Thought it a picket. What a state of things! How did you make your voice roar so? My, but you frightened me. You could tell that by the way I fired. Did any stars fall?"

I couldn't believe it for a minute or two!

"Daddy, do it again," she begs, "please roar again! I suppose you were scared, too!"

She laughs and hugs me again. 224