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Chapter 27

           Shecouldfeelhisbodyshakingashepressedagainstherbutshecouldnotbringherselftospeakreassuringlytohim.ShecouldnotbringherselftoutteranywordtotheYankees,eitherofpleading,protestoranger.ShecouldonlythankGodthatherkneesstillhadthestrengthtosupporther,thatherneckwasstillstrongenoughtoholdherheadhigh.Butwhenasquadofbeardedmencamelumberingdownthesteps,ladenwithanassortmentofstolenarticlesandshesawCharles’swordinthehandsofone,shedidcryout.

           ThatswordwasWade’s.Ithadbeenhisfather’sandhisgrandfather’sswordandScarletthadgivenittothelittleboyonhislastbirthday.TheyhadmadequiteaceremonyofitandMelaniehadcried,criedwithtearsofprideandsorrowfulmemory,andkissedhimandsaidhemustgrowuptobeabravesoldierlikehisfatherandhisgrandfather.Wadewasveryproudofitandoftenclimbeduponthetablebeneathwhereithungtopatit.Scarlettcouldendureseeingherownpossessionsgoingoutofthehouseinhatefulalienhandsbutnotthisnotherlittleboy’spride.Wade,peeringfromtheprotectionofherskirtsatthesoundofhercry,foundspeechandcourageinamightysob.Stretchingoutonehandhecried:

           "Mine!"

           "Youcan’ttakethat!"saidScarlettswiftly,holdingoutherhandtoo.

           "Ican’t,hey?"saidthelittlesoldierwhoheldit,grinningimpudentlyather."Well,Ican!It’saRebelsword!"

           "It’sit’snot.It’saMexicanWarsword.Youcan’ttakeit.It’smylittleboy’s.

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