Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/357

HOME, SWEET HOME Everybody's in the war—or dead. I'll ride along a mile or two."

Jon pulled up a little, and I jumped on the old Jerry-horse, just back from the mill, and rode with Jon right out in front.

Well, it was like old times, and the Jerry-horse spruced up and pranced along as if he were going to war again. He understood, the old Jerry-horse did.

"Jon," I says, "get me a saber."

"Nonsense," laughs Jonathan. "What do you want with a saber? You re incapacitated."

"Nothing," says I, "only it don't seem right without. I think the old Jerry-horse will behave better if he feels a saber on his ribs."

But the truth was that I was rambunctious—crazy to fight! Now what do you think of that!

Jon laughs and gets me a saber.

"Not for you," he says, "but for the old Jerry-horse!"

And, in fact, the horse understood, and 341