with me? I don' want oblige that you do aenything. But—if you wish—Ji-Saburo—it is—sweet! Oh, all the gods, how it is sweet!"
She had drawn his bayonet.
"I don' lig that you cut with a sword, Ani-San. Oh—oh—oh! Mebby you git kill sometime, an' I jus' liddle ole widows. What you thing?"
"That I shall stay right here and not run the risk—of making you a widow. I am entitled to my discharge."
Glory thought of her mother-in-law—and of something else.
"No—no—no! You got go back an' fight. You got. Tha' 's why I pray so hard—" She laughed roguishly. "Oh, jus' to fight—nothing else in the worl'. Aha, ha, ha!"
"And then?"
"Then? Ah—when you come back all glorious—"
"You will marry me?"
Their eyes met. Hers fell; she knew not why.
"Why not now?" insisted Ji-Saburo.
"I—I am marry jus' now," said Glory. His face changed instantly. She, looking down, did not see it.
