THE FRENZY OF EVELYN
the rebel army now to shield Dave. Mallory himself must be got rid of. And he must be known to have gone away. That is the only way now. The only way! That's how this night's work has turned the matter!"
"But," says Jon, "we don't know him—where to find him—who he is. He doesn't exist, as far as we know. Yet, they know he does. If he could be found—I'd kill him! And send them his body. He wouldn't have to enlist."
"He deserves that," says I, "a man that is too cowardly to shoulder his own deeds, but puts 'em on some one else! I wish, too, that I'd come across him with a gun in my hands!"
"Dear daddy," says Evelyn, more quiet now, and slow and solemn, "the time is at hand—you have brought it to-night—for you and your gun—and Mallory! Yes, you must kill him—that is the better way—better than enlisting in the rebel army. Death to Mallory!"
And she actually laughs.
"Daddy says," put in Jon, puzzled to death,
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