CHAPTER XX
COMRADESHIP
“I WANT you to promise me that you will not hide yourself where I cannot find you. I have grave reason for the request. Also, I want you, if you will, to let some others know where you are.” At first there was instinctive defiance in her mouth and nostrils. Then her brows wrinkled in thought; the sequence was an index to character which I could not but notice. However the war was not long; reason, whatever was the outcome of its dominance, triumphed over impulse. I thought I could understand the logical process which led to her spoken conclusion:
“You want to report me to ‘Uncle Sam’.”
“That’s about it!” I answered, and hurried on to give her a reason before she made up her mind to object.
“Remember, my dear, that your nation is at war; and, though you are at pr
