Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/327

ON DAVE'S BED I suppose you have seen the bedroom of some such shustle as our Dave. Everything on the floor—so's you had to step careful not to damage collars and cuffs and so on.

Well, Jon looks all about among these things, like he was hunting for some sign, though he had seen Dave's things there many a time. Anyhow, he didn't find what he was looking for, and he seemed glad of it.

"Dave," he says, "why did you go off to bed without saying good night to Evelyn?"

"Jealous," laughs Dave. "You're rather nice, Jonthy."

"Honest?" asks Jon, kind of glad.

"Well, wouldn't you go off to bed in a huff if I'd had your girl out under the trees for a couple of hours?" says Dave.

"Yes—yes, I expect I would," says Jon soft and nice. "But it was necessary—some things about the farm had to be arranged before our going away."

"I forgive you," laughs Dave. "But don't do it no more. You re mighty nice, Jonthy." 311