ON DAVE'S BED
Jon seemed relieved by what I said, and he asks, also:
"Did Dave hear anything?"
"Not much more than I did; his ears are no better than mine, I expect," I answers. "Though he behaved funny, and, as you see, went off to bed without saying good night to you and Evelyn. But he's so sorry about us going to war. He was at the open window."
Jon is scared a bit about that and asks:
"Are you sure—sure he went to bed?"
"Sure," says I.
"What did he say?" asks Jon, still more scared—and more and more as he went on.
I told him.
"Why, don't you see—don't you see what that means?" yells Jonathan. "He heard—heard all."
"No, I don't," says I—and I didn't—then.
"Come!" he says, rushing up the stairs, "I want to see whether he's in bed. I must!"
It was strange that Jon, when we reached
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