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"A feller that maybe got drowned told me about a little girl in London that got blown up while she was studying her lessons. And when I heard that I knew we'd win."
"Uncle Sam's like you, Tom," she laughed. "When he makes up his mind to do a thing.... Do you remember how you told me you had a good muscle?
Uncle Sam's got a good muscle, don't you think?"
"I was thinking something like that when I looked at Roscoe to-night,"
he said. "We got to trust to Uncle Sam."
"The whole world is trusting to Uncle Sam now."
"He's got the muscle," said Tom.
"Yes."
The trail led through a fragrant avenue of evergreens now, through a solitude where Tom had often hiked, and presently they turned into the path which formed the short cut to the girl's home. Across the river, on the top of the bank building, they could see the Stars and Stripes waving in the small field of brightness thrown by the searchlight. And all else was darkness.
So, chatting idly, but all the while, coming to know each other better, they pa.s.sed the log on which Tom and Roscoe had sat and talked, and strolled on through the dark, silent grove, where the lions and tigers were, and where the lonely screech-owl still hooted his dismal song.
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