"No, it's bad. Because I promised pa once that I wouldn't ever have anything to do with a soldier. And now I'm breaking my word."
"But he's dead wrong——"
"That's what Dallas says."
"Does she? Bless her heart! Then, why don't you both desert and come over to the enemy?"
"Pa says you are enemy."
"We were," he corrected soberly. "But the war is over now."
"Maybe it is," she said, wistful, "but pa is still a-fighting."
"And Goldenhair's drafted when she'd rather have peace. Too bad!" He motioned her to the seat by the gap.
"I can't, I mustn't," she said, and moved a little toward the shack.
"Then I'll go," he said firmly. "I didn't mean to drive you out of here." He also moved—toward the landing-place.