TANKOO
Well, by the help of the chart he did it after a time.
"Mallory caught by Federals. Badly wounded. Will die," is what it read—as you can see for yourself.
Jon grabs my hand.
"I hate to kill things, daddy, and to gloat over others miseries. But I believe that I am glad Mallory is caught. Now we're shut of him!"
Poor old Jon! He wouldn't have been so glad if he had known who Mallory was.
That night I went to the garret again, to watch Ben Crider and a couple of others, at his garret window, making fools of themselves. And I thought how I could get even and have some to spare if I would just get one of the soldiers on duty to come up there with me. But, of course, that might have made trouble for Evelyn. It was so plain that I could read it, almost, myself. They were asking for reports—answers to earlier signals—and demanding daily reports. They were clean crazy. From the way they acted and talked, they
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