"He's walkin' right up the path. There he stops."
"Where?"
"Right beside the old grave."
"Anthony!" called a deep voice. "Anthony, come out to me!"
He started, and then groaned and stopped himself.
"Is the sign of the truce still over his head, Sally?"
"Yes."
"I daren't go out to him—I'd jump at his throat."
She came beside him.
"It means something besides war. I can see it in his face. Pain—sorrow,
Anthony, but not a wish for fightin'."