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ering us. For, as you say, none of them know her politics."
"Anyhow," I goes on, "she'd better stop her long walks alone—and going to town so often."
"Daddy," answers Jon, "who do you think would harm a woman—a girl, in fact!"
"Well," I adds, "I don't want to scare you. But what happened to Annie Shuster—"
"That's so," nods Jon, "that's so, daddy!"
Annie was on an errand to Crider's and some Union soldiers took her for a suspect they had been watching—trying to escape in woman's clothes. I hate to say what they done to her. But they treated her like she was a man. Anyhow, she looked a good deal like a man. That made Jon change his mind.
"Yes," he says. "There's hardly any possibility of Evelyn being taken for a man, she's too feminine. But, yes, we'd better look out a little more. There's no use in taking chances. We'll watch—you and me—night and night. I'll fix up the old flint-lock. It will hold a pint of buckshot."
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