A FAVOR TO SHOOT HER
"You didn't shoot me much. I had to go—just simply had to—to save us. I was in such a position—that I had to. You and Jon enlisting forced me. Anyhow, they wouldn't have waited much longer for the making of the uniform. What immortal fools we be! Once I tried to make myself believe that I wanted to; but the first thought I had after your bullet struck—and before I fainted—was that now I had a good excuse for not— How I am running on! Never mind. The blood has stopped. You won't even have to get me a doctor. If I should need one I will let you know promptly. Don't worry. So much for that. I can take care of it. Your bullet went through. And at a not very thick place. If no blood poisoning sets in I will be all right. I know you use nice clean bullets. If it does turn bad off for a doctor you go—you, not Jon or Dave—and you must keep my secret as sworn, aforesaid. But about my hair—that's the difficulty. It will be best for you to say that it was coming out so fast that you
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