Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/247

A FAVOR TO SHOOT HER "I'll begin to-night," laughs Evelyn. "Make him marry me!"

"Not quite so fast as that," says I, serious now. "Before I make Dave marry you, you got to promise that you'll behave. You remember how savage he was when he said he'd beat you. Well, if you don't behave he'll do it. He'll break you just like he does horses!"

"Yes, yes!" she laughs, and hugs me, "I know!"

"Well, I hate to see Dave treat you like a horse."

"Don't the horses like him afterward?"

"You bet they do."

"So shall I, daddy, darling."

"What, you mean that you ain't afraid to be broke like a horse by Dave?"

She shook her head.

"By goshens, I believe you're crazy to have him do it!"

She nods.

"Well," I says, "I expect the soldier was 231