human
Hold on there, little brother.
gpt
Why, Clay, he cried, and, as he ran forward,
human
Are you going?
gpt
I'm the first-born, you know, added Crittenden, still smiling, and the lad stretched the sabre out to him, repeating eagerly,
human
Are you going?
gpt
Are you?
human
Me? Oh, I have to go,
gpt
You do?
human
Yes; the Legion is going.
gpt
Only the members who volunteer--nobody has to go.
human
Don't they? said the lad, indignantly.
gpt
Well, if I had a son who belonged to a military organization in time of peace --the lad spoke glibly--
human
Who said that?
gpt
Why, Judge Page said it; that's who. And you just ought to hear Miss Judith!