"I reckon," he said gravely, unbuckling his weapon-filled holster and quietly strapping it around her shoulder with its pocketed belt of clips.
"You will not require it this afternoon?" she asked.
"No fear. You won't either. Them mule-whacking coons is white."
She understood.
"Some men who seem whitest are blacker than any negro," she remarked. "Eh, bien! I thank you, Keed, mon ami, for your complaisance. You are very amiable to submit to the whim of a silly girl who suddenly becomes afraid of her own shadow."
Glenn grinned and glanced significantly at the cross dangling from her bosom:
"Sure," he said, "your government decorates[pg 320] cowards. That's why it gave you the Legion."
She blushed but looked up at him seriously:
"Keed, if I flew a little toy balloon in the air, where would the west wind carry it?"
"Into the Boche trenches," he replied, much interested in the idea. "If you've got one, we'll paint 'To hell with Willie' on it and set it afloat! But we'll have to get permission from the gendarmes first."