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Everybody's in the war—or dead. I'll ride along a mile or two."
Jon pulled up a little, and I jumped on the old Jerry-horse, just back from the mill, and rode with Jon right out in front.
Well, it was like old times, and the Jerry-horse spruced up and pranced along as if he were going to war again. He understood, the old Jerry-horse did.
"Jon," I says, "get me a saber."
"Nonsense," laughs Jonathan. "What do you want with a saber? You re incapacitated."
"Nothing," says I, "only it don't seem right without. I think the old Jerry-horse will behave better if he feels a saber on his ribs."
But the truth was that I was rambunctious—crazy to fight! Now what do you think of that!
Jon laughs and gets me a saber.
"Not for you," he says, "but for the old Jerry-horse!"
And, in fact, the horse understood, and
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