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WAR you. I have hunted you so long, Dave. For her, Dave. Didn't you know it? Didn't you think I would?"

Dave said nothing—only dazed and dreamy. Jon pushed the blood out of his face and looked at Dave, as if he would never get enough.

"You're not badly hurt, Dave? No; of course not. Nor am I. How could we hurt each other within a mile of home? Now we'll go back to Evelyn and fight no more. Right here the war ends for us. If some one would help me up I could walk. Corbin! Daddy!"

He fainted and Dave gave him some water out of his battered canteen. When he revived, Jon says:

"I'm glad you're not in one of those Chancellorsville uniforms, Dave."

"I ordered that," says Dave, with his head in his hand.

"You!" says Jon. "I'll never believe it. You'd have worn one yourself if you had."

"I had to wear this one," says Dave.

"Why?" says Jon, maybe forgetting. 348