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CHAPTER XXVIII--CAPITULATION
When Sheldon emerged from among the trees he found Joan waiting at the
compound gate, and he could not fail to see that she was visibly
gladdened at the sight of him.
"I can't tell you how glad I am to see you," was her greeting. "What's
become of Tudor? That last flutter of the automatic wasn't nice to
listen to. Was it you or Tudor?"
"So you know all about it," he answered coolly. "Well, it was Tudor, but
he was doing it left-handed. He's down with a hole in his shoulder." He
looked at her keenly. "Disappointing, isn't it?" he drawled.
"How do you mean?"
"Why, that I didn't kill him."
"But I didn't want him killed just because he kissed me," she cried.
"Oh, he did kiss you!" Sheldon retorted, in evident surprise. "I thought
you said he hurt your arm."
"One could call it a kiss, though it was only on the end of the nose."
She laughed at the recollection. "But I paid him back for that myself. I
boxed his face for him. And he did hurt my arm. It's black and blue.
Look at it."
She pulled up the loose sleeve of her blouse, and he saw the bruised
imprints of two fingers.
Just then a gang of blacks came out from among the trees carrying the
wounded man on a rough stretcher.
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