Burned Bridges
Page 160"It is really, truly you?" she said in a choked voice.
"Of course," he answered--and he could not help a little fling. "You see
I am no longer a rabbit. I don't like your friend here. He has tried to
sneak a march on me, and I suspect it is not the first. I feel like
hurting him."
She paid not the least heed to that.
"You were officially reported dead," she went on. "Reported shot down
behind the German lines a year ago."
"I know I was reported dead, and so have many other men who still live,"
he said gently. "I was shot down, but I escaped and flew again, and was
shot down a second time and still am here not so much the worse."
Sophie slipped her hand into his and turned on Tommy Ashe.
morning--and--and--"
She stopped with a break in her voice.
"I didn't believe you were capable of a thing like that, Tommy," she
continued sadly. "I'm ashamed of you. You'd better go away at once."
Ashe looked at her and then at Thompson, and his face fell. Thompson,
watching him as a man watches his antagonist, saw Tommy's lips tremble,
a suspicious blur creep into his eyes. Even in his anger he felt sorry
for Tommy.
The next instant the two of them stood alone, Sophie's hand caught fast
in his. She tried to withdraw it. The red leaped into her cheeks. But
there was still that queer glow in her eyes.
"You'll never get that away from me again," he said whimsically. "You
see, I am not a rabbit, but a man, no matter what you thought once. And
when a man really wants a thing, he takes it if he can. And I want
you--so--you see?"
For answer Sophie hid her hot face against his breast.
"Ah, I'm ashamed of myself too," he heard a muffled whisper. "I sent you
away into that hell over there with a sneer instead of a blessing. And I
was too ashamed, and a little afraid, to write and tell you what a fool
I was, that I'd made a mistake and was sorry. I couldn't do anything
only wait, and hope you'd come back. Didn't you hate me for my miserable
holier-than-thou preachment that day, Wes?"
it was partly true. I was going along, making money, playing my own
little hand for all it was worth. I couldn't rush off to the front just
to demonstrate to all and sundry--even to you--that I was a brave man
and a patriot. You understand, don't you? It took me quite a while to
feel, to really and truly feel, that I ought to go--which I suppose
you felt right at the beginning. When I did see it that way--well, I
didn't advertise. I just got ready and went. If you had not been out of
sorts that day, I might have gone away with a kiss instead of your
contempt. But I didn't blame you. Besides, that's neither here nor
there, now. You're a prisoner. You can only be paroled on condition."