“You still don’t know me? Think, man! I am your father.”
“My—my father!” echoed Joseph incredulously.
CHAPTER XXI
THE LITTLE LADY AGAIN
DAD looked up, and his gaze through the window fell on Jimmie. The boy had paused in his flight across the field—almost at the threshold of the cottage.
His grandfather passed out to see what was delaying him.
On the porch Dad halted, staring into the hot haze of sunshine and dust that rolled up from the fields.
In the shade of a magnolia, Battle Jimmie was squatting on all fours, pulling a bayonet out of the ground.
“What are you doing?” asked Dad.
The boy looked up half guiltily.
“I saw this bayonet stuck here,” he explained. “And—”