Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/326

WAR Dave's door, stopped first to listen whether he was sleeping—just like when he was a baby—and didn't listen at Evelyn's like he use' to. Do you suppose that he didn't like her any more?

But he wasn't satisfied with what he heard—or didn't hear—at Dave's door. He beckoned me to listen, too. I had done that often; but I heard nothing now.

"He's not there!" says Jon, kind of crazy. "He's gone South."

"Dave, are you asleep?" I whispers. "Are you asleep?"

"Sure! Tight!" laughs Dave. "Go to bed, you loafers!"

But Jon burst the door open like mad and stood breathless in the room, looking all about for something he didn't see, as if he were facing something awful.

"I thought—at first—you weren't here—" he gasps.

But Dave only laughs and pulls us both down on his bed. 310