WAR
Then, night fell. At the last I could still see the eyes of Jon and Evelyn staring out of the dusk. And Dave's voice, softer and softer, kept on singing:
"—My love for you shall never, never die!"
So we came home. It was very dark. The hireland told us to stand still and hold the horses till he got a lantern. My boys stood, one on each side of Evelyn. Dave was singing the last strain:
"—never, never die!"
We started away to the house as soon as the hireland got his lantern going. Evelyn left the boys and took my arm. For some reason we were all very quiet. It was queer.
I thought I saw several shadows move away from the house in the darkness.
"What is that, Evelyn?" I asks. "Men? What are they doing here?"
I was a little excited.
Evelyn quiets me and says:
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